Forgive my super invincible but messy spoilers. It's not a serious film review, it's a broadcast draft.The followingHemingway once said,If you are lucky enough to go to Paris when you are young, it will follow you for the rest of your life, wherever you go. Paris is a moving feast.
The story of Paris is about love at first sight. With just one glance, the shy boy fell in love with the Muslim girl with beautiful long hair fluttering in the wind.With just one look, he said to him, "Do you believe in the afterlife?" Do you believe in spiritual mates? I feel like I have to talk to you or I'll miss something.He looked for her for so long and finally found her before he died, but he couldn't wait for the cup of coffee he had always wanted to invite her to drink.A story that takes place in Paris and is about travelers.
Travel brochures, food, scenery, and souvenirs: people from all over the world come here to spend a small part of their lives, and then use the rest of their lives to miss Paris. A traveler is anxiously waiting for the subway in the Tuileries Garden subway station. He boredomly flipped through the travel brochure, which emphasized avoiding eye contact with the people around him at the subway station, but he accidentally looked at the couple opposite, causing a series of dramatic incidents and being beaten.
They were getting married and had come to Paris early for their honeymoon. The girl loved Wilde and came to the cemetery to find his tombstone. The man is rigid and has no sense of humor, and the girl feels unreasonable and leaves sadly. At this time, Wilde's soul appeared, and he asked the men to chase the happy ending. She is a postman from America, and Paris is her dream place. She took two years of French in an adult class, saved some money, and went to Paris for six days. She was still jet-lagged and tired on the fifth day of her first trip to Europe. She wanted to be in Paris for two weeks, but she couldn't leave her dog. She likes the museums and streets of Paris, but the food is not as good as she imagined.
She was an independent and happy woman, but when she was looking at Paris from the skyscrapers, she suddenly wanted to say to someone: "Beautiful, isn't it?" Sitting on a park bench, eating a delicious sandwich, she felt like she was alone in a foreign land, recalling something in her life."I can't describe my feelings in words," she said. "I can only tell you that at that moment, I felt joy and sadness at the same time."The love between vampires is to let each other's blood flow happily in their own bodies. The mime actor couple seems to make people believe that there is always someone in the world who understands you and loves you, and that happiness is as simple as the corners of the mouth slowly rising with the fingers.
Losing the little boy's mother, her smoking father, and her little Claire, a small but true story, happened one after another. And the sights of Paris appear over and over again, constantly reminding you what an ordinary and magical place this is, where romance and passion are always lit.When I was sitting on a cruise ship slowly sailing across the banks of the Seine, the evening sun fell on the back of the person's neck and got into the collar warmly. The river shone with golden light, and on both sides were Parisian men and women, basking in the sun or dancing in the open air. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the creamy, chocolate-colored figure of the Eiffel Tower through bridge hole after bridge, watching it grow bigger and bigger as if it had been tanned by the sun, until I looked up, and my eyes were filled with the intense light just before sunset in Paris. OK, golden sunshine.The scents of Notre Dame, the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, the scent of coffee, the scent of flowers, the scent of perfumes of all kinds, the hot scent of freshly baked croissants, and a group of gray pigeons who love to chase the shadow of the sycamore leaves in the sun.All in all, these lovely characters make up the sentence, which is probably-I love you, Paris. JE T'AIME PARIS.
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