It is natural to think of this story, a love story that started in Hong Kong and took place in Buenos Aires.
I don't need to say how well it was shot, I just want to jot down the "Springtime" that belongs to my memory.
The film begins with a story about a pair of lovers who are confused about their whereabouts and future after the tide of passion recedes.
He Baorong said, it is better that we start over, and Li Yaohui is unwilling to give up this sweet and painful relationship, but they have no way out in Hong Kong, they decided to go to Argentina.
When walking on the road, unexpected accidents will happen, and when two people are always together, there will be natural quarrels.
The car was lost and the people scattered. Li Yaohui went into a bar to work as a waiter and saved a little money, but one day he saw He Baorong with a group of foreign men entering the door, with intimate movements and provocative eyes, Li Yaohui was in pain.
When He Baorong went to him again, he rejected him.
But two people who love each other are always entangled together again and again, the end of the world, so close.
After a lot of things happened, Li Yaohui picked him up again, and the two got on the bus together. 29 Road, a very beautiful number, carries the happy memory of two people.
He rested his head on his shoulder, so plain and natural. Love is not in the eyes of others, only in the warm air, knowing the warmth and coldness.
He Baorong was beaten all over because of the watch he gave to Li Yaohui, but the two finally got back together.
He Baorong could not move, and Li Yaohui took care of him. He couldn't do anything without him, and Li Yaohui said that this was his happiest time. Perhaps out of selfishness, he hid He Baorong's passport, hoping to keep him.
Because of love, patience can also become willing, but in addition to love, there are still many temptations.
He Baorong is a person who can't stand loneliness, and the human heart is like this. Sometimes it is easy to be moved, and sometimes it is not satisfied with anything.
A rift is not the distance between one bed and another sofa. Li Yaohui used to cook for him under a high fever while wrapped in a blanket, cursing in his mouth, but full of sweetness in his heart. He Baorong once taught him to dance tango in the kitchen, the gorgeous jazz smoulders warmth, hold the hand of the child, and ask for nothing else.
But just like the lantern that I bought with the colorful waterfall printed on it, some things disappear even if I see them.
What ensues is intense quarrels, hurts, and separations.
Zhang Wan's appearance was accidental, or the director's ulterior motive. He said that the ears are more important than the eyes. One can pretend to be happy, but not the voice. If you listen carefully, you will know. He speaks Mandarin and is extremely sensitive to sounds.
Everyone has their own specific circle, and it is not easy for others to break in. It seems that Li Yaohui has never had any friends, and he was the only one in his world.
When he met Xiao Zhang, he realized that communication was not his obstacle, and he could also look at and smile with other people without knowing it. Xiao Zhang, gave Li Yaohui a lot of comfort when he was disheartened.
Finally one day, Xiao Zhang said that he was going to go to the end of the world.
It turned out that each other had an unfinished journey. It turned out that they were both on the road, but he was more sober than Li Yaohui. No, maybe he also hesitated, that hug... each other is very restrained, the sound of the heartbeat is unknown, or... is it mine?
He asked Li Yaohui to leave the voice in his heart, and the happy and unhappy will dissipate. Since this is the case, let them sing like shattering in the world at the end of the world.
Li Yaohui held the tape recorder for a while, Zhang Wan slipped into the dance floor, what did Li Yaohui say? Until the last lighthouse in the South American continent, Xiao Zhang heard two strange sounds, as if a person was crying. The answer blew in the wind.
Just in Ushuaia, 54°47's south latitude, the southernmost city in the world, the legendary end of the world.
Looking up, you can see seabirds in groups, and the sky is translucent and clear. cold.
In the days without He Baorong and Zhang Wan, Li Yaohui also tried the taste of indulgence. because of loneliness. Some things couldn't be done all over again, he seemed to understand. I used to think that I was different from others, that I would be braver than others in those difficult situations, and would be more sober than others in those doubts, hehe. But people are very ordinary, Li Yaohui said, when we were lonely, we were all the same.
Li Yaohui finally saved enough money, he decided to go to the waterfall by himself, after all, he had already come. Did he also look forward to the footsteps of another person?
The waterfall was photographed so beautifully, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining. Splashing, surging, rushing, passing, leaving behind. Dark yellow dark green, dark red dark blue, broken and mixed together, carefully outline the lace. Solid and impactful.
But sadness is indescribable. Li Yaohui stood under the waterfall, the gurgling water wet his whole body, and closed his eyes to avoid the burning pain. Have you never cared about my tears, in fact, occasionally I cry. Even though the liquid on the face has been diluted and can't taste the taste, there is still bitterness in the bottom of my heart.
The camera turns to He Baorong, a big man like a child.
She likes to wear beautiful clothes to grand banquets. She has innate beauty and charm, and her brows flow with a dashing style.
Yes, an ordinary life can be a forbearance commitment for a lover, but it is impossible to make long-term sacrifices.
But he came back. He finally realized that having a lamp at home to hold for him is a kind of affectionate feeling, he wanted to tell Li Yaohui again, why don't we start over again.
I couldn't bear to blame the concentration on mopping the floor, but the carefully placed cigarettes collapsed in a split second.
From time to time, he rushed out to open the door nervously, expecting the figure of his lover, but was disappointed again and again. Holding the once-beautiful lamp, I imagined a reunion not far away, but in the end, I could only cry lowly while holding the blanket.
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Later Li Yaohui went to Taiwan and saw Zhang Wan's photo at the end of the world, as well as his family.
It seems that I suddenly understand why some people can wander around so at ease, because people have roots, no matter how far they go, there are still some people in a certain place waiting for them to come back.
Li Yaohui decided to return to the home he had been away for a long time, and he also wrote a letter to his father.
At the end, Li Yaohui said that if he sees Zhang Wan again and wants to tell him, why don't we start over.
The story ends abruptly here.
When listening to the radio, I like a show called "Night in the Twin Cities" in the middle of the night.
The female anchor who said to use sound to record light and shadow said that the director favored Li Yaohui, not only gave him decent virtues, but also gave him a retreat.
From now on, there is no need to be a cocoon, and there is another new beginning.
And He Baorong, even the passport, the proof of identity, has also been lost. He can only continue to stay in exile in a foreign country, and endure the wandering and rootless loneliness of being alone.
I don't want to say that He Baorong is self-inflicted, but I just think that after many things have been done, they can't be undone, and many things can't be done all over again.
Baby Anne said, who will wait for you ten years after you left, and who will come back to find the original person after ten years. perhaps.
Listening to Argentina's sad and poetic jazz, I thought of such a sentence I once read. I can't say it better, dark blue shatters dark red, dark blue is an unspeakable sadness, and dark red is like the loneliness of the world. This is the background and foreground of this film.
In this film, Wong Kar-wai didn't go overboard with mysteries, and even mixed with a thin gentleness.
But I still can't help feeling sad, just like listening to John Lennon's rock and roll, obviously I have hope, but I will still be speechless, heartbroken, and heartbroken.
I found this movie a long time ago and watched it, but after watching it, I never mentioned it again. Because love at the end of the world, not everyone will like it, and not everyone can understand and accept it.
However, it is always in the memory, and at a certain moment, it jumped out without fading at all.
That's fine too.
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