Various recent events, graduation, separation; Leave, leave, change ... busy with sadness, but also busy with parting ... inside, always hysterical in an instant; I always have tears in my eyes when I touch a heartstring ... I want to send this article to people and things who have left me in various ways ... Since childhood, someone will always tell you with surprise that you are like someone. Then you laugh it off, because you have never met, because you will always be strong and independent. Occasionally, at a certain time and place, you will see a person who looks like one of your friends, and then when you tell him in surprise, he smiles indifferently: "Really? No? " After that, we will never mention it to each other again, and we will never remember it again. "I never knew there was another one you liked me. It's just that when I miss the trees in the snowy mountains, you also say' I miss you' in the hospital bed. However, in my heart, people who are not there are gradually entering, while those who were alive are slowly fleeing. " Many years ago, in Shunji Iwai's love letter, I saw a girl looking for Fujii and a girl named Fujii crossing the street, and suddenly felt that the scene was very similar. Two girls with the same appearance have the same concern in their hearts. Obviously, they are close at hand, but they can't look at each other. It was at that moment that the young heart first realized the impermanence of fate.

A few years later, when I saw Chielovsky's Two Flowers and translated Veronica's Double Life, I realized that the love letter was just a clever imitation.

Two girls named Veronika, one in France and the other in Poland, are like two leaves on a tree and two petals on a flower. They are all young and beautiful. They all like singing. They have sounds like nature. A Polish girl with heart disease performed a swan song on the stage and suddenly fell to the ground and died while singing the last high note. When she was buried, the French girl who was having sex with her boyfriend suddenly felt great sadness and loneliness, and she began to cry inexplicably. ...

They have met before. In the turbulent square of Poland, Veronica of Poland happened to see Frenchman Veronica leave in a hurry on the bus, and her vacant eyes were attracted by her flustered camera lens. Since then, they have never met again. However, they are like two halves of an apple: Poland's is Veronica in the dream, while France's is reality. One is dead, one is still alive. However, she has lost half her life.

The plot of the movie is in a daze, just like the moon in the fog and the flowers in the rain. Chielovsky, the director of Red, White and Blue, used a golden filter to make the color of the film as warm as the sunset. Its rhythm is as slow and peaceful as poetry, and there is no thrilling story. However, in the flow and change of color, it constantly stirs your nerves and finds one shadow after another from the dust. Later, Veronica met a mysterious puppet artist and they fell in love. The artist made two identical puppets named after her for her. When Veronica faced the puppet, I felt thrilling-who can face the fate?

I didn't feel sad on the lonely night of watching the movie. I believe that a person is only a part of himself, but not all of himself. Everyone has his other half in his life, and there is always someone in this world who is connected with your soul ... When I cry, he will hide his face and cry; When I am happy, he must also have a sunny smile. We wander in different corners of the world. I don't know who he is. Maybe I can't prove his existence in my life, but I believe that I am not living alone, and he will feel everything I have experienced.

One day, while Chielovsky was walking in the street, a girl came up to him and told him that after reading his Two Flowers, she believed in the existence of the soul.

Then you may hear someone tell you that one day he met someone just like you somewhere. I think, I don't know which part of my destiny has been taken for me.