In the face of movements, I always stubbornly believe that the so-called climax is not so high, but in the eclectic blend of rising and falling tones, it seems that the director also agrees with me, and repeatedly points the camera between the inside and outside of the old house, The girls brew wine here or under the eaves or exile fireworks in the courtyard. The relationship between people, people and houses, houses and nature is so complete.
Although life is not as good as poetry, there is always someone who sings it into a song; although the house is silent, there is always someone who regards it as a close relative.
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