---"The Master and Margarita" In the
warm spring day, I walked alone in the street of the small town.
I saw a pair of young people eating skewers at a stall on the side of the road.
At the age of eighteen or nineteen, there is no need for any gorgeous decorations, but the amazing exudes the sun-like breath, the pure dewdrops, and the bright colors as the roses that only come at that age, leaving all the extravagance. The girl was wearing a simple white bohemian blouse, and she was eating while looking at the boy in a striped shirt next to her.
The two of them were eating like this while talking whispers that only they could understand, and they just smiled and looked at each other.
I looked at them, and there was a feeling of envy and warmth in my heart.
This is love!
Suddenly, I felt that this dilapidated and noisy street suddenly calmed down. Time seemed to stop, and everything was blessing this lovely couple. It seemed that at this moment there was only love in the world.
I subconsciously smacked my tongue. Fortunately, it was there.
Yes, I have said so many blasphemous things about love. Is it just because it is the fox who has not eaten the grapes? The fox only denies the taste of grapes, and I almost deny the existence of grapes.
Correction--No, in fact, deep in my heart, the desire for love has never disappeared. I desperately deny its existence, but it is self-deception. Every time I deny it always brings a more ardent desire.
People who have never loved do not know the joy that love brings.
Anyone who has ever loved knows that the fascinating and sweet feelings like being in heaven can hardly be described in words. No beautiful rhetoric can describe the moment when the soul and the body blend together. At that moment, love. Moment!
Fortune! Maria! This is the moment of love! Byron said so.
At that wonderful moment, in the vast crowd of people, there seemed to be another me, a pair of eyes that I had seen in my dreams, and a pair of my eyes twinkling on that person's face.
Have you ever seen the gaze between lovers, that is a glorious light of praise, gently caressing the lover’s newly reborn body in love, and the original mediocre person is actually glowing in the encouragement and praise of this gaze A brilliance that has never been seen before, a woman who is immersed in love cannot conceal this ecstasy.
This is a long kiss, condensing all youth, love and beauty.
Like the brilliance of the sun gathered in a focal point, at
that time, blood is like lava, pulse is like flame,
soul, mind, and senses are in harmony
. The strength of each kiss that shocks the soul must depend on its length.
--Don Juan's
first kiss is a gentle temptation, the second kiss is a communion of hearts, and the third kiss is a fusion of the whole.
A kiss is a poetry of love.
What is love is not a pure blend of soul or body, but a dual blend of soul and body. Hugo said that there must be two people in love. No, I don’t believe that the so-called I love you has nothing to do with you. I believe that true love must belong to both parties, and neither joy nor pain, but both.
Someone said coldly that in this world no one really gives everything to love another person.
Yes, I said, that's because you haven't really loved at all. You don't know that kind of great feelings can be ignited with life.
Some people say, my God, I can't say the three words I love you, it's too numb, I said, it's because you don't love that person or you don't love you deeply. Believe me, the word love is the best test of a person's soul, and the word love does not lie.
The three words I love you are something that many people have never said in their lives because they have never really loved.
Some people say that love is short-lived, and I want love forever.
Love is breadth and depth, just like life, living well and living long are two different things. Love is good for a long time, but if its depth is damaged by lengthening its length, it’s better not to love. Once you love it, you will have a lifetime of wealth to remember. Why bother about losing love and not having it. Of course it will not be lost.
In such an era, I heard the words that destroy love like this, and people's hearts are cold, and I dare not or are afraid to love. Love has become a luxury, a feeling that the self-protection mechanism categorically rejects.
However, in this machine-controlled, streamlined life, isn’t the human soul eager for feelings more than ever before?
Those who don’t believe in love and never want to love someone, say that they reject others first if they don’t want to be rejected. In their seemingly poetic and profound words, I only see a cruel and snobbish soul, just like a businessman. Fear of revealing your reserve price.
I really pity these people, because they can't understand the ecstasy of the ecstatic soul, discover a new world and the beauty of life, their soul is curled up in a tortoise shell, and they refuse to stretch their souls and bodies.
Love is revolution!
Those who are afraid of love are afraid of revolution, and any change is terrible to them. This is also a common problem in a society that is desperately petty-bourgeois to escape freedom, belief, and revolution. We do not promise, do not take responsibility, do not pay, do not make a stand, but just protect ourselves.
An era of fear of poetry, fear of love, and fear of change.
Talking about this movie is very cliché. I don’t know how many people are copying it, but there is no such thing as plagiarism, because love prohibits copying and copying. Love is first of all a kind of belief. You must first believe in it, and then give it beauty. It is a flower that is born in the soul. It needs to be watered with the sunshine of life and tears of pain. It will always bloom in the depths of the soul and will not wither. Even if life ends and love is still there, it will turn into The most beautiful flowers bloom anywhere in the world, and every lost lover will always guard the one she loved like a flower.
Love is immortal.
This beautiful and sad prose poem is a story of love.
Finally, I want to end my thoughts with Barrett’s favorite poems in the movie, and this Barrett is based on Elizabeth Browning’s poems, and is immortal based on her love story.
Please repeat, repeat,
say you really love me.
Even though the word love is repeated over and over, it's like a cuckoo singing.
Regardless of hills or plains, mountain streams or jungles,
even though spring is here and the green clothes are pleasant,
the singing of cuckoos is indispensable.
My dear, I worry a lot in the dark, I only hear my nervous voice.
I said loudly, say it again, you love me!
Who thinks there are too many stars in the sky, even though every one is flashing on his head, who thinks there are too many flowers?
Even if every one will die.
Say you love me, love me,
like a silver ring.
Just remember, love me with a silent heart.
Spring is the season of love,
find that person and tell her,
I love you.
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