I want to say some very sour words and sentences to express my love for this movie, but my
brain is suddenly blocked like the Shanghai section of Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway every weekend in November. Maybe my understanding and use of metaphors are
better than that of mario.
Stop me from worshipping that blue Mediterranean country,
movies, music and football
, everything about Italy seems to be the sound of nature
, and even the voice of the women there when they quarrel has a rhythm
, there is a scene of her appearing and always full of sadness
from " The honest tailor of "Lost in My Heart" to Neruda's friend "The Postman"
I know what I say is all in vain
, children who haven't seen Italian movies must be at a loss
, people who haven't heard of micheal redford's Il Postino can't see it either That 's why
all they see is an old man talking nonsense like a scoundrel
. I said to 77, the honest child always fascinates some slutty women,
but she links herself to the vixen like a pig like a mirror.
You say this world Where there is innocence
, I can only call myself Jueer in the movie and treat
my words as a tongue twister
. In fact, it is a waste of words for others to
say that there is no difference between a poet and a tongue
twister. The shit of a bull!
In my opinion, there is a world of difference between hot dogs and Neruda. The
alcohol concentration is mixed with adrenaline.
You can't go to the red light district for supplements. You can only talk nonsense here . In front of the postman , it's a shit
But, but, there is really some distance between pretending innocence and innocence, it's
stubborn, rap can't go on talking
, I wish, the children who watch my writing will find this movie and watch it
for an hour and a half Come and forget the falsehood of this world
check it out, yo
peace
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