I have already read Duras' classic "The Lover", and I feel that most petty bourgeois women prefer her works. To be honest, I personally think that the original work is really hard to read, and the language is rather obscure. After reading it, I only know what happened, not to mention the mood... It is natural to think of watching the movie again.
In the dark night, experience the story of a French girl and a Chinese man from your own perspective.
Beside the Mekong River, I met a rich Chinese man and took the initiative to approach him. At the beginning, I should have been a little curious and a little scared, and carefully kept the distance between the two. At first, I had the pressure and unhappiness brought by the family in my heart. Maybe I just wanted to indulge myself once, and I told myself, just once, it will be fine. Who knows, as the two get closer and closer, they may have paid too much, and they found that they were trapped in it and couldn't help themselves. Some people don't say they can leave when they leave.
What impresses me the most is the seemingly calm face of the French girl, but who can really feel her inner turmoil. Impulsivity, contradiction, sadness... all buried under that face. And the slightly upturned lips, exuding an indescribable ambiguousness. At the wedding, looking at the weddings of foreign customs, maybe you really feel that these are far away from you? But the protagonist of the wedding is him. She looked at this Chinese man who couldn't give her happiness, the man she loved deeply, she could only feel bitterness and helplessness...
The most insipid, perhaps the most intense, was my deepest experience.
Ps When I'm not busy, I like to watch the closed cafeteria in front of me from the balcony of the dormitory, and watch the vehicles coming and going on the highway. These days, when I unconsciously put my foot on the iron pole on the balcony, I think of the exotic girl in "The Lover", and I can't help but secretly laugh.
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