The story begins on a misty morning in Hampshire, where the swing of a wall clock slows the pace of time, a trivial sparkle appears in the flowing river, a doll sits in the corner of a window and looks at the swing under a tree, and vines meander and climb up On the roof and wall, the girl murmured in the silence, the beautiful swash characters were born on the grass paper with rough edges, the life supported by these trivial things was as peaceful as the pool of stagnant water passing by when I came home, Tom's appearance is the The stone that Jane threw, seemingly random, must have ripples. If it was embarrassing and rude when we met for the first time, but when we met again, the scene at the dance slowly brought out a different atmosphere. The orange candlelight bloomed on the copper candlestick, and the girls’ hair accessories were shining brightly. A little bit of pearl light, the swaying skirt corners rubbed different shades of shadows, they crossed, left, and tested each other. He is wise, witty, and inevitably proud. She is smart, tough, and ultimately stubborn. , the air has changed slightly, and some things have been destined to be no longer the same. These slight differences were finally like spring willows in that dance, pulling out tender but tough new shoots. She was looking for in the crowd, and he came unexpectedly. At that moment, the smile on her face was shy and sweet, flowing. Her eyes conveyed wisps of love, she was clearly in love... The kiss by the spring water, she leaned towards him, and at the same time leaned towards him with the heart that was not moved by the world, he held her His hands whispered simple love words, but the tender love entangled his heart and lungs like algae, and he couldn't stop. The most touching part of the whole film, those primitive passions, sincere conversations, and those forbearing emotions burst out with scorching power in an instant, easily capturing every heart that wishes for happiness. “I have no money, no property. I am entirely dependent upon that bizarre old lunatic my uncle. I cannot yet offer marriage. But you must know what I feel. Jane, I am yours. God, I am yours .I am your heart and soul. And when the shackles of the world are tied to each other, swaying between the game between reason and emotion, how to selfishly let him give up everything and let her go, she knows his deep love, and she also understands his hesitation, self-blame and remorse. In the bumpy carriage, she saw the heartache, reluctance, hesitation and hesitation on his face. She turned around and buried her face in the shadows, hiding all her emotions. I love you, so I will do it for you. No one can escape this fateful entanglement. In that dull reunion, he was already a father, and she finally used her pen to maintain the last pride. She sat there dignifiedly, her voice calm and unwavering, as if she was reading someone else's story, which corresponds to his stiff back and slowly curled fingers. She raised her eyes and looked at him. There was no trace of turbulence in her pure eyes. When he looked back, the snow in his eyes slowly faded away, the corners of his brows stretched, and he finally revealed a relieved smile. At the end of the film, in the unforgettable segment, the camera slowly freezes on Jane's fingers lying flat on the book, without any extra fingertips, clean and elegant, which makes people feel distressed. But after that, I still think about how much turbulence was buried in her calm voice. The man who once belonged to her stood silently opposite, with traces of belonging to others on her ring finger. When he raised his eyes, he took away all the emotions in his eyes, leaving him with a calm smile. Maybe I have lost time, those long memories of love alone, she may have already extended those loves into time, confluenced into the deep sea, let the time roll, the sea flows against the current, only occasionally backtracking, with A touch of concern and a little regret will never fade away and die. Love flows like still water. 2009-8-8 And when the shackles of the world are tied to each other, swaying between the game between reason and emotion, how to selfishly let him give up everything and let her go, she knows his deep love, and she also understands his hesitation, self-blame and remorse. In the bumpy carriage, she saw the heartache, reluctance, hesitation and hesitation on his face. She turned around and buried her face in the shadows, hiding all her emotions. I love you, so I will do it for you. No one can escape this fateful entanglement. In that dull reunion, he was already a father, and she finally used her pen to maintain the last pride. She sat there dignifiedly, her voice calm and unwavering, as if she was reading someone else's story, which corresponds to his stiff back and slowly curled fingers. She raised her eyes and looked at him. There was no trace of turbulence in her pure eyes. When he looked back, the snow in his eyes slowly faded away, the corners of his brows stretched, and he finally revealed a relieved smile. At the end of the film, in the unforgettable segment, the camera slowly freezes on Jane's fingers lying flat on the book, without any extra fingertips, clean and elegant, which makes people feel distressed. But after that, I still think about how much turbulence was buried in her calm voice. The man who once belonged to her stood silently opposite, with traces of belonging to others on her ring finger. When he raised his eyes, he took away all the emotions in his eyes, leaving him with a calm smile. Maybe I have lost time, those long memories of love alone, she may have already extended those loves into time, confluenced into the deep sea, let the time roll, the sea flows against the current, only occasionally backtracking, with A touch of concern and a little regret will never fade away and die. Love flows like still water. 2009-8-8 No one can escape this fateful entanglement. In that dull reunion, he was already a father, and she finally used her pen to maintain the last pride. She sat there dignifiedly, her voice calm and unwavering, as if she was reading someone else's story, which corresponds to his stiff back and slowly curled fingers. She raised her eyes and looked at him. There was no trace of turbulence in her pure eyes. When he looked back, the snow in his eyes slowly faded away, the corners of his brows stretched, and he finally revealed a relieved smile. At the end of the film, in the unforgettable segment, the camera slowly freezes on Jane's fingers lying flat on the book, without any extra fingertips, clean and elegant and distressing. But after that, I still think about how much turbulence was buried in her calm voice. The man who once belonged to her stood silently opposite, with traces of belonging to others on her ring finger. When he raised his eyes, he took away all the emotions in his eyes, leaving him with a calm smile. Maybe I have lost time, those long memories of love alone, she may have already extended those loves into time, confluenced into the deep sea, let the time roll and the sea flow upstream, only occasionally receding, carrying A touch of concern and a little regret will never fade away and die. Love flows like still water. 2009-8-8 No one can escape this fateful entanglement. In that dull reunion, he was already a father, and she finally used her pen to maintain the last pride. She sat there dignifiedly, her voice calm and unwavering, as if she was reading someone else's story, which corresponds to his stiff back and slowly curled fingers. She raised her eyes and looked at him. There was no trace of turbulence in her pure eyes. When he looked back, the snow in his eyes slowly faded away, the corners of his brows stretched, and he finally revealed a relieved smile. At the end of the film, in the unforgettable segment, the camera slowly freezes on Jane's fingers lying flat on the book, without any extra fingertips, clean and elegant and distressing. But after that, I still think about how much turbulence was buried in her calm voice. The man who once belonged to her stood silently opposite, with traces of belonging to others on her ring finger. When he raised his eyes, he took away all the emotions in his eyes, leaving him with a calm smile. Maybe I have lost time, those long memories of love alone, she may have already extended those loves into time, confluenced into the deep sea, let the time roll and the sea flow upstream, only occasionally receding, carrying A touch of concern and a little regret will never fade away and die. Love flows like still water. 2009-8-8
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