Inadvertently turning around, she saw him - a yellow messy white shirt, a neat leather coat, a pale yellow His eyes were deep and melancholy under his slender, rigid eyebrows. When everyone was laughing, he was the only one, in an inconspicuous corner, as if dissecting these faces. And he noticed her, first because of the sound, then because of the sudden glimpse of her coming at the dance—the fair skin, the golden waves, and the pale yellow dress seemed to bloom on her body. of camellias. The film did not spend too much time telling how the male and female protagonists met and fell in love, but directly expressed the burning love between the male and female protagonists with all kinds of warm body and words. "Love has no grades" "Tell your lady, I'll be waiting for her in the garden" "I'll risk my life for a kiss" A kiss on the boat is like opening a Pandora's box of love. receive.
"Are you going? The day hasn't come yet. It's not a lark, it's a nightingale. A beautiful cry pierces the hole in your ear, and sings on the pomegranate tree at night. Believe me, my love, it's a nightingale."
"It's the lark, heralding the morning, heralding the morning. Behold, my love, the jealous light, framing the clouds in the east, the candles of the night are burnt out, and the days of joy stand on tiptoe on the misty hills Top, I should leave to live and stay to die."
"I know that it is not the dawn, but the shooting stars from the sun. I will hold the torch for you tonight and light the way to Mantu. So, stay Well, you don't need to go."
"Come and catch me, and let me die. If you're satisfied, I'm satisfied. I'd rather stay than not. Come, Death, you are welcome, Juliet yearns for it. "
The man has a family and the woman has a marriage contract. They know that it is impossible to be together, but they are willing to bear infamy in exchange for short-term happiness. If such a relationship is left for one day, it is a pair of adulterers and prostitutes. But after watching the movie, I felt that the love between the hero and heroine was as clean as a first-class Qingxi, just like the bright blue eyes of the heroine when I first met the heroine. Restraint is a moral restraint, but love is the purest and truest emotion, even if it can only be seen at night.
I repeatedly asked myself, why do the male and female protagonists like each other? Is their relationship a passion, or a thousand years? I asked myself a similar question - why would I choose him now? I have tried to list many reasons, such as being careful, gentle, and considerate, but none of them seem to be because others can have these things too. Maybe feelings don't have to be understood too much. No wonder "The Peony Pavilion" will sigh with emotion, "Love doesn't know where to start, and it goes deep."
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