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Daniella 2022-04-20 09:02:10
postman
Are Italians as "Chinese in Europe", or have a large number of excellent filmmakers emerged? Such as Fellini, Bertolucci, Tonadore and so on! When I first saw the name of the movie, I immediately thought of Liu Ye's "The Man and the Dog" starring Liu Ye. Although the protagonists are both...
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Dasia 2022-04-20 09:02:10
The poster/short comment/translation is misleading. The postman is a very heavy and broad metaphor.
The point isn't love, right? Looking at the colorful posters, I was almost misled by scanning the short reviews. What is the inexplicable translation of "previously publicized courtship incident"...
Clumsy friendships and love in the first half are hard, and newspapers and letters are even harder in...
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Morton 2022-03-27 09:01:14
And it was that age... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or river. I don't know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from th
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Luigi 2022-01-07 15:54:23
Because the poet fell in love with poetry, a poem captured his heart and became another poet who wrote it. He insisted on his inner love and following, and his life turned into a piece of paper in the revolutionary torrent. He never regretted it, that in the tape recorder. The film is poetic and sincere, and can't help but move people. The identity of poets in turbulent times will always show a class of grace and stability, how soft their pen nibs are, their souls are crazy, their poems are flooded, so many readers don’t take it to heart, your short stay, who is it? Waiting for a long time? Ordinary people who are influenced by great people are like poetic empty lines on paper, moisturizing things silently, which is the power of literature, and idealism will never die.
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