Jude Law is so beautiful. Jude's Percy, as beautiful as a medieval oil painting that hasn't faded, the last note played on the Harpsichord. He is really the most flawless rose in England, He is the light of the white dove feather in the setting sun, He is the afterglow of the sun and the moon at the end of the world. This is the beauty that can only be compared with the statue of Apollo, which is the most proud work of art of God. What is a disaster star that confuses the world, what is a thousand years at a glance, there is no such beauty in the world, and I do not want to be born in this world. His affectionate look is enough to make people cry. The deepest impulse comes from shock, not adoration. People are so mediocre, and you can pierce those starched shirt fronts and make people bleed. Wilde and Percy's 10,000-year-old, ultimate beauty cannot hide its tragic mistakes. Percy is too pampered, and his character is doomed to his tragedy with Wilde. He was young and beautiful, of noble birth, and smart. His beautiful indulgence made the love between them, but also destroyed their love. His youthful spirit made him fearless and made him only have the courage of a man. Wilde chose to stay. The Englishman will not forget me, he chose not to give in to suffering, his speech in court silenced the world, and if it is wrong to love someone, then I will not be forgiven. He was deeply fascinated by the spiritual love of the old and the young as expounded by Plato, and he believed in his love as he believed in everything he believed. His literary accomplishments came from his soul rather than his artificial strokes, he straightened his back to face prison, his reputation was discredited, and it was not only blind love that made him calm, but also his courage to declare war on all British corruption, beyond the century and the Real wisdom. People will never understand his courage to keep being who he is.
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