Love is before ______.
I'm glad I watched this series in one go, or I thank myself for my laziness. I've always wanted to watch it before but didn't have the energy to act. I watched "Love Before Dawn" the night before. The conversation and walking along the Danube River was like a fairy tale, like a dream, as if they were taken away from the mundane world by two children of the fairy world. She was laughing and he was laughing. Last night, I watched "Love at Sunset and Dusk". The two of them were still talking and walking along the Seine, but they seemed to have fallen back from the world of spirits to the world of the world. She was crying and he was complaining.
Lying on the bed in the middle of the night tossing and turning, wondering what would happen to this pair, probably because I liked Jesse so much that she sat there with her back to the sunset and looked at Celine's loving eyes, and didn't want it to be let down. I got up in the morning to watch "Love Before Midnight", and smiled with relief. Fortunately, they were together from the beginning, and told us that they have been together for the past few years. This is a continuous nine years, not interrupted like the last time.
It was still the same, the two kept talking and talking, he was still as humorous and accommodating as before, and she was still as duplicitous as before. So I thought to myself that I would be happy to find someone who nags like me, talking while walking, and the journey will never be boring.
That blue sea should be the Aegean Sea. Celine looked at the setting sun and said, still there, still there, still there... Just like in the second part, Jesse sent Celine home, Celine said, I want to try, are you still there? , or will it melt? She hugged and felt him, and said with confidence, still there. But finally, the sun slid down the mountain, so, "gone". It's exactly what the old lady said, everyone is like a sunrise and a sunset. In the journey of time, they are nothing but a passer-by in a hundred generations.
As far as my personal preference is concerned, my favorite is probably the first one. The eyes of the two were sparkling, and they held hands and kissed casually on the unfamiliar streets, talking about things outside the world and things about the dead. He is a young boy in jeans, she is a beautiful girl with loose braids, there is a tacit and happy air between them, and the night outside of them is a whole strange city - don't you and Vienna know each other? It doesn't matter, you are by my side. I don't say I love you, you don't say I love me, but at this moment, before dawn, before turning into a pumpkin, while the crystal slipper is still there, let's dance a gorgeous night. The mysterious divination old woman and the wandering poet, they can also see that you and I are a chance encounter full of mystery. None of us have an intractable past to chew on, everything is new, it's nice to be new, it's nice to be young. So I think of Edgar Allan Poe's sentence "she was a child and I was a child", this state is really good. If not, I can't play the eye game with you, I can't play the phone game with you, I can't set you on a crazy and distant date. Thank you for listening to my quirky stuff and for being willing to play with me and play with my tongue.
One night, nine years. Why I tossed and turned for this series, I think, is probably because it made me see love in time, rather than a short-term love story of how to fall in love and be together. Thanks to it I saw what men and women can become in time. I am amazed at the greater power of time to damage a woman. He has become more and more charming when he is famous, even the wrinkles on his forehead are charming, and she has tied up her hair and smiled like a child. She smokes and starts talking about the international situation and environmental pollution so real, you'll be surprised how different this is from the girl who said "milkshake" to the wandering poet. Two people have their own love, even marriage, and even children. Walking and talking is just like an old friend who reunited after many years. During the long development, I even wondered when this story will have a relationship with the "love" in the title, although The two of them talked about "sex" more casually than they were nine years ago.
"Love" finally came, but in the car, it was in the form of "no love". This paragraph is obviously a bit hypocritical, but you can't help but see that your heart sinks. You would say, how can a girl as wonderful and smart as a genie be like this, like a grumpy woman, but when she says "every one of my ex-boyfriends, they're all married, and they call me to thank me , taught them what love is, and taught them to care and respect women! You know what, I really want to kill them!" When she said "I used up all my romance that night, and now there are only Reality", you can't help but understand and sympathize with her. Time has forcibly changed a woman's face, and what is even more frightening is that it wears down their confidence and ability to love again and again without noticing it. In her twenties, she said, loving and being loved means so much to me, and now in her thirties, she says, I don't need to be fed, but I need to be loved—it seems more and more The more feminist, but also seems to be more and more protective of themselves. When I thought of watching Chekhov's "Baby", there was a common sentence that struck me for some reason: "She always has to love someone to do it." Such a woman is always prone to danger and unexpected events, because the "someone" who is clinging to love is likely to disappear in the next second.
However, fortunately, the person I gave all my romantic feelings to, you, also loves me very much. I'm not just clinging to your topaz.
When they were in their forties, the conversation between two people turned into a group of people. The young couple used for comparison fell in love with a new generation of relationships, using skype and facebook, but worried that people would always break up. And like the hero and heroine flying to Vienna for an inexplicable appointment, will this kind of plot still happen? The son was sent off at the airport, and a pair of lovely twin daughters slept in the back seat. After living together for many years, the two people who have inextricably linked with the outside world can no longer be just two people, just one phone call. They are fighting with their own swords - I know you like me because of my romantic and wonderful ideas that attract you, but when the question of who is going to pick up your daughter and this kind of chai, rice, oil and salt drowns out the romantic and wonderful ideas that once were, I don't read Rimbaud anymore Guitar, from a girl with bright eyes and a happy face when she sees a bunny, to an out-of-shape, chattering, feminist menopausal mom, will you continue to like it?
Women will probably have such a process of losing their hearts, and they will always face more secular life than men. This is unfortunate. But, fortunately, you didn't frown at me like you didn't give up that agreement eighteen years ago. You are the sunset that never sets, still there, it is a fortunate thing to meet you. On the night in Vienna we first met and kissed each other, there was no love; in the sunset in Paris, where we met again and embraced affectionately, there was no love; but in Greece, when our quarrel was the most turned upside down, you said, I love you - I know you're a lunatic with a lot of problems, but you're the only person I've ever loved, and loving you is the best thing I've ever done. I am willing to pretend to be naive, pretend to be a child, just like the silly boy eighteen years ago, and make up a crappy story about a time-space shuttle for you. Will you cooperate with me again? Just like I played with your silly game on the phone eighteen years ago.
As an audience, it is obvious that the girl has changed and the young man has changed, but fortunately, there is no such vulgar lines as "you have changed" and "no, you have changed" between the two of them. . No matter how you change, I love you at the moment, whether it is before sunrise, sunset or midnight, whether we are twenty, thirty or forty. And I know you haven't changed in your bones. Although you always go up and down to feminism, how do you say that word in "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", you are the same as the girl in her twenties in my memory , would rather be angry than kitsch at all. How much I trust you, even if you say you don't love me anymore, I'm quite sure that you're lying. Because how well I know you, you naughty girl who is always duplicitous.
The red in your beard is gone, I was attracted to it at the time." "They've turned white. "But I can see that red in our daughter's eyelashes. "
All are getting old, but love lasts. This is love in time.
So I like the first one, but I am more willing to accept the story of the entire eighteen years. Although it dissolves romantic fairy tales, real life can also be precipitated into romantic colors, right, it just takes time, Let's wait and see, who's to say. The joy of life, despair and peace, Fang can finally fully experience, everything is settled. It happens to everyone, but not everyone/pair is willing to walk through it patiently.
Still there, in a world full of variables, only you make me feel at ease.
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