The flowers in her hand are still gorgeous, but she has withered. The pale face and the godless eyes, but still so beautiful, the beauty of despair on the verge of the end, her words are also hopeless, like the echo in the valley, often haunting my ears, although the movie has been Closing: "At my best time, my favorite person wasn't with me. It would be nice if time could start all over again."
When he knew, she was gone, what was death? Death is never to be seen again, but not all memories disappear. On the contrary, the past scene by scene will only become clearer. It is unavoidable in the world and between the eyebrows and the heart.
"Evil in the East", I have always felt that this film is Wong Kar-wai's best, it is worthy of aftertaste again and again, such as sandalwood olives, mixed flavors, endless, watching in different time and space, there will be different feelings ——And some feelings will get deeper and deeper. Some did not understand before, will understand now, also know, some do not understand now, will understand later. I also prefer its other name, Ashes of Time.
An unforgettable film. Beyond the desert is the desert. But at the end of time, whether it is victory or surrender, people can't help but give it a try, and they don't want to be willing to lose without a fight. Maybe people always think that they are different, right?
But no one is different. Birth, old age, sickness, and death. The bright youth, like peach blossoms, is gone in a blink of an eye. The overwhelming yellow sand covers up dreams and exiles, waiting and emptiness.
Maggie Cheung, I didn't like her very much before, I can't tell the reason, maybe it's because of her cat-like appearance, but this film has completely changed me. Her beauty is unparalleled, and the pride of her youth gradually fades away. Despair, that kind of transformation is deplorable, time is like a knife, inch by inch, those unspoken thoughts, the hope that finally came to nothing, in the cry that she finally couldn't restrain, she explained it most vividly.
The people she loves, and the people who love her, are in the pattern of fate, conflicting from left to right, a jar of wine that is drunk, and even death itself, cannot be erased. Are the memories scary or warm? When can no longer have.
What I can decipher is only a fragment, and the book of time is only a small opening for me. The first time I saw this movie, I didn’t understand it. It was only after constant recollection and reading comments, and through constant experience, that I gradually learned that those unspeakable pain and pain, and the short-lived joys are like winter days. Sunlight in the clouds.
Ashes of time, time, are there ashes? A gust of wind came, and it all dissipated. However, there is clearly something in the palm of the hand and left in the heart, a tear, in the years, gradually turns into a pearl, and those residual pains are still there, those smiles are still blooming brilliantly on the cheeks of memory.
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