I sing the white
Ganges without waves, but there is a stream of water surging under the mirror. Facing its direction, I trace the source in my dream, and follow the phoenix bird to find the holy land of nirvana.
The smell of curry was mixed in a little dry and hot air, and the olfactory nerves worked non-stop, making them dizzy. Unconsciously, I have seen the lights of the seventeenth century. The huge building melted into the pure black night sky, and there were only a few vague outlines inadvertently drawn by golden light spots that were unrealistically brilliant. A part of the sky is tilted to the ground, and it is the river that twists and turns in front of the door. The lights are burning inside, but the boundaries of light and dark are softened and not very clear. At the boat line, the fine lines stirred up broken gold, and there was an instant confusion. That's a real castle in the sky.
Does the singing of thousands of turns come from the sky - from the false space with the unique tactfulness and softness of Hindi, all the way to the luxurious dome of the hall, covered with a misty mist on the water. However, the rhythm mixed with percussion instruments played by the sitar was so enthusiastic that it wanted to make the mirror without wind and waves.
White robes, sari, and their smiles are well-placed. They are all believers who only drink the water of the Ganges. Faith is like the red mole between the eyebrows of a woman, branded on the skin in front of her forehead and in the spirit behind her forehead.
And what really fascinates me is, in the end, nothing but a glass of spirits, full of luxury.
Out of sight, the dust and smoke filled the smog three centimeters high on that piece of land.
Every inch of land I stepped on was listening to the song "Flower of India", which was different from the usual tunes there - the hidden leisure and lightness. And it paints a shallow impression - India - but it is only a gorgeous and excessive edge.
The six realms of reincarnation, things are right and wrong. The sara trees of Nirvana have always flourished only in the hidden back garden. There is only one song "Flower of India", which is as light as ever.
The screen
"Bollywood Life and Death", a Chinese translation shows the core of luxury.
The three words "life and death love" are just some kind of sadness or sensational interpretation and conclusion.
The plot is just the main axis of a decidedly Bollywood style. The childhood sweethearts between Devda and Paro are fickle, and they are also involved with Kabuki Cicada Zuo Muqi. Because they often slap each other, the love that seems a little strange has long been mediocre in the mountains of romance dramas. Not on the legend and classic.
However, this 182-minute feature film (which is based on the length of the film when it was released in the UK) can keep the viewer's eyes away for three hours. Song and dance and camera language.
The red carpet, gold ornaments, dazzling lights, the landlord's house and even the hall where the Kabuki performance is performed are as gorgeous as the palace. In the meantime, all that can be seen is the full room with gorgeous clothes, the beautiful Indian style of women and singing and dancing, and the eyes are flowing in the beautiful eyes.
In addition to singing and dancing, what was unforgettable for a long time was the scene where Paro ran out when he heard that Devda, who was dying, was outside the door. White robes with dark red rims dance on the spiral staircase, and Paro's bloody footprints are the only thing in the shot. I could never see Paro's face clearly, but the dreary beauty quietly escaped into the air from under the robe and from the footprints.
The plot of "Devdas" can be remembered so clearly because it is repeated in different times and in different backgrounds. However, its shots are unforgettable, because of those extravagant gorgeousness, which is breathtakingly beautiful.
This is a grand saga of timeless love. The
director said so.
In today's view, this sentence is quite funny.
As a romance film, "Devdas" is obviously repeating a cliché that has been told for thousands of years, but what it has accomplished is a musical legend.
Melody
No. 1 - Flower From India
In fact, there is no necessary connection, "Flower From India" and "Devdas". The so-called "Flower of India" is just a title that I use under the guise.
Devdas, however, is truly an enchanting flower that blooms once-in-a-lifetime luxury in the dry heat of the Indian land.
Really, just remember the dazzling beauty and splendor of even a ten-thousandth of a second. is enough.
— She ran down the long stairs, her cape fluttering gently in the short wind. Knocked over a plate of cinnabar, so the red footprints were clearly left on the ground. She didn't ask, she just ran all the way. Because that thin, but incomparably thick door will be tightly closed, blocking life and death.
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