I went shopping that day and when I reached the intersection of Huaihai Road and Songshan Road, I suddenly missed a shabby movie theater. It's at this intersection. When I was in middle school, I used to go there after school to watch Chaplin's movies. Go up a dark staircase and walk into the dusty darkness to see the homeless man wearing a winter melon hat and open leather shoes with trousers as big as a lantern, drinking an inkwell as a cocktail, using a shirt as a tablecloth, and letting the bread waltz. I laughed out loud. He is full of drama, and my eyes are full of dreams. ． ． ． ． ．
This is a feeling I will never give up.
I will always ask for the years, my lover, my heart and my memory, and even go to God and ask for five hundred years.
Give me a few minutes, give me an hour, give me a night, give me your smiling faces, give me memories. Give me a cinema paradise that won't be demolished. ． ． ． ． ． Give me ten years, give me your whole life.
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