这是一部前苏联电影的名字,讲述的似乎是一个比较老套的故事,但直到今天看起来也足够经典,不过随着时间的流逝,记忆的片断已经开始变得模糊。而且在长大之后我们也无法太多地理解这部电影的含义,就像我们看不懂自己的生活一样,当巨大的不可知的未来扑面而来吞噬一切的时候,我们的生活也就由这许许多多巧合和无奈组成,然而当一切早已发生,也许只有我们自己还困在时间的世界之内,看不到两已。这是一种悲哀还是一种幸福呢?没有答案。我们照常每天穿行于这个喧嚣都市的各个角落,无奈而又宿命地行进在自己的轨道上,不知道自己从哪里来,为什么会在这儿,又要到哪里去。只是偶尔,心底还会泛起一阵涟漪,在空矿的原野上,在苍茫的红尘中,有我们曾经单纯的眼睛和微风中远去的身影。 This is the name of a former Soviet movie that seems to be a relatively old-fashioned story, but it seems classic enough today, but as time goes by, the pieces of memory have begun to blur. And when we grow up we too can not understand the meaning of this movie too much, just as we do not understand our own lives. When the huge, unknown future blows on everything, This is a myriad of coincidences and helplessness, but when everything has happened, maybe only ourselves are still trapped in the world of time and we can not see the two already. Is this a sad or a happy one? There is no answer. As usual, we go through every corner of this noisy city every day, and helplessly and furiously march on our own tracks. We do not know where we are from, why we are here and where we are going. Only occasionally, the bottom of my heart will be a ripple, in the empty field, in the vast Red, we have a simple eyes and breeze go away in the figure.