You are in his bottomless eyes.
——A
long journey, in such an era when there was little contact between each other. Every expedition is an adventure of life. He crossed mountains and seas, crossed the vast snowy fields, swayed through the gentle ripples of a foreign country, smelled the fragrance of unfamiliar flowers, stroked unfamiliar trees with his fingers, and reached a strange and mysterious country blindfolded.
This seems to have been a dream.
And indeed, I can feel the misty water vapor by the hot springs and the cold air brought by the accumulation of snowflakes. The girl's long satin-like hair fainted in the water, her fat-like skin and butterfly bones seemed to be flying.
She moved slowly and gracefully, turning her face slowly. She has no raised corners of her eyes, her eyes are not in the shape of an oriental person, and her face is that of a young girl.
I don't know if he still remembered breathing at that moment, and breathing, I am afraid that such a beautiful picture of forbearance can be shattered.
So beautiful.
but cannot be shared with others.
This is a secret deep in my heart, painful, eager to try, knowing that it is wrong.
So the eyes were once again blindfolded. She touches with restraint. He felt the gentle caress of his fingertips, but he didn't know where she was or what kind of expression she had. He felt the warmth all over his body surrounded by heat, but he couldn't reach a warmer place.
There was never any verbal communication between them, and even eye contact was rare.
No one told him whether the tea the woman drank was in accordance with the unique laws of the nation, nor whether the woman had been living well since he left.
Just a note. Ask him to go back, or she will die.
So he set out on the journey again. As the morning light faded, he kissed his wife goodbye, that lily-like face with morning dew, and sorrowful worry in his eyes.
Afterwards, the changing situation made the peaceful village desolate as far as the eye could see. The next morning he saw the hanged child. He knelt there for a long time, wanting to cry.
Lower your head. Lower your eyes.
And where is the girl, is it okay?
Still, all this is really just a dream. But if it is a dream, the touch of the note being stuffed into the palm is so clear.
Maybe that's not love. Just an attraction. Just as the mysterious east attracts explorers, the more silent she is, the more one wonders what kind of sound her vocal cords will make. The more untouchable it is, the more people want to get closer.
She is not Bai Yueguang. It's more like a puff of snow on the edge of a cliff. Own it or die.
In the end, what he has in this life is nothing but a phantom.
Long satin-like hair, butterfly bones fluttering, and the facial features softened by water vapor have no sharp edges and corners. The face of a young girl.
——It
all started when I returned home from the army.
That was the first time I saw her.
Her beauty gives people a sense of belonging, the moment you hold her in your arms, it is like the sun suddenly appeared in the weather that had been cloudy for more than half a month. Bright is not blatant, but it is bright enough to blind people.
He promised to give her a garden.
He pointed to the tree-shaded house and said that we would grow old there.
But later, with the weak breath of illness, she grabbed his hand and asked, are we old?
At that moment, except for her, the whole world wanted to cry.
There are countless shots of them sitting in the house looking out at the garden, soaking up the sun. He pondered alone, or thought about the distant journey, about the unknown oriental woman, or perhaps, thought nothing of it. She was reading or painting, and time flowed slowly in the quiet, with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.
She wants a garden, but unfortunately she can't grow old with her loved ones in the garden.
She wants a child, but unfortunately they will never have one of their own.
She wants a lover who can spend time with her peacefully and peacefully, but in the end she also finds out that she has lost to a strange woman in a faraway country.
The letter that made people feel very charming to read was actually written by her.
She was so kind, so gentle, so patient.
Fortunately, he is also delicate enough. She would cry softly during sex and he would stop immediately and ask her what was wrong.
At the end of the film, he sits alone in their garden, the sun shining down on his face and his sad eyes.
The soft background music sounded, and she read the letter with tears in her eyes.
"My master, don't be afraid, don't move, don't talk, close your eyes, and for your happiness, please forget me".
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