"Portrait of a Burning Woman" has been admired for a long time, so I have always reserved the first viewing experience of this film to the big screen. The whole process was full of tears, so I dumped the twenty "Call me by your name" from "Call me by your name". As a French beginner, watching this French film, for the first time, I had the feeling that "language is such a magical thing". Being able to understand and understand part of their language really makes people feel away from them and here. Movies are a little closer to these feelings. Language is truly a magical thing. I don't know why, but I remembered the beginning of "The Lover" inexplicably at the end: "I am old. One day, a man came up to me and introduced himself. It was in the hall of a public place. He told me Said: 'I know you and I will never forget you. You were very young at that time, and everyone said you were beautiful. Now I'm here to tell you that, in my opinion, you are more beautiful now than when you were young. You are now I love this devastated face more than the delicate face of my youth.'"
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