what is love? Love contains a lot of things. The mutual help between friends is love; the care between relatives is love; the caring between lovers is love; the deep affection between husband and wife is love. There are many kinds of love, among them, each kind of love contains different meanings, and there are different loves for different people. Caring, loving, loving... it's all love. In the traditional Chinese character Ahong, there is a heart in the middle of the word "love". As long as you use your heart, it contains love, and love is unconditional giving. Love is actually very simple.
The film is very pure, very clean, without a trace of impurities. How does a blind person love? Girl Jiwana (Tess Amorim) and boy Leo (Ghilherme Lobo) are best friends. Although Leo is blind, he has always been eager to be self-reliant and does not like too much protection from his parents. Gabriel (Fabio Audi), a new transfer student, accidentally breaks into Leo's world and also changes Leo and Givana's habit of getting along. Leo suffers from the ups and downs of falling in love with Gabriel, and Givana feels sad about Leo's alienation, and Gabriel's ignorant response complicates the world of boys and girls...
Youth is just like that, pure. Love is not mixed with a trace of impurities. Youth, confusion, we have loved, pained, and grown up.
Once, we have gone through youthful youth, and lost the innocent childhood that once belonged to us in the limited green years;
once, we have spent the prosperous four seasons, in the alternate spring, autumn, winter and summer, reincarnation of the beautiful season that we once had;
Once, we have gone through the vicissitudes of life, and under the rising and falling sunrise and sunset, we have been baptized by the traces of the grind we have endured again and again;
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The former youth, like a dream from illusion to awakening, like a flower from blooming to thanks, like a wind from coming... compose an energetic and passionate ballad with their true beauty and tenderness. In the past, countless innocent smiles appeared in our vision, countless colorful pictures were woven in our lives, countless pure and flawless memories were imprinted in the depths of our minds... Youth time was lost unintentionally, We are growing up slowly...In the end, all of this is like a torrential river passing by, the water of Taotao slaps on our ignorant hearts, the sound is like the passionate singing of youth, and this song is like fog Gradually disappear into the vast sky. We have forgotten, the innocent eyes on that smiling face on which day, faintly blurred in the distant time track. Once, we have that childish heart, and innocence has opened the doors and windows of all hearts, allowing us to enrich the space of youth, but this is just a process, and this process is decidedly to stay in the place of time, which has long been sudden. A gust of wind swept away silently. All that is left are the looming memory smiles carved on that fragment of wall and the eyes staring at us affectionately...
The four seasons of the past, like paintings from simple to strong, like songs from vulgar to elegant, like wine, from soft to strong... …Use their unique brushes to paint a picture full of life. Once, how many vigorous scenery touched our hearts, how many leisurely and elegant stories sounded our melody, how many sweet and bitter tastes touched our nerve endings... Mu Mu Qing breeze blows in the season, It blows away the broken fleeting years, blows away the footprints we once left...Here, our smiles sway in the seasons, dotted with the journey of our life. Once, we are full of the passion of life, full of enthusiasm to push open the door of the world, let us plunge into the embrace of reality to feel the warmth of the once extravagant hope, but this is only a yearning, and this yearning will not Because of us, he reversed the direction of the season, and he would only silently and slowly slip away from the crevices of reality, leaving very little. Look up, look at the world again, look at the spring flowers and autumn moon, summer and winter snow, look at the high land and quiet people and animals that day, turn around and look at the seasons leaving only deep shadows...
The wind and rain in the past, such as love from shallow to deep, such as righteousness from light to heavy, such as scenery from far to near... They used their passion and passion to write a movie with clichés. Once, how many submerged torrents engraved marks on our bodies, how many clear and turbidity forced our painful choices, how many hardships and twists and turns have changed our original dazzling song... In the wind and rain, we keep walking Moving forward, leaving footprints after walking, each of these traces must be a story, and this string of footprints is our past experience. During the journey through the wind and rain, we felt the warmth and warmth of humanity, and the moral integrity. On the road through the wind and rain, through the wind and rain, we have also seen many different kinds of scenery, from blurry to gradually clear, so we understand that beautiful scenery can only be viewed from a distance, not close, and there is no need to pursue it. Know exactly. Once, the wind and rain have been covered with layers of vicissitudes of beauty, and the wind and rain are still going on, so there is no need to regret and sorrow, let alone regret. Behind this storm, we were once more selfish, greedy, narrow, and even ignorant. Looking around, how many people can see the sorrows and joys of the past, how have we ever thought about it again on this windy and rainy road...
the white paper that used to have outlined the outline and trajectory of our life on this road? At the other end of the road will be a longer journey, the scenery of the journey will be described by ourselves, and the length of the journey will be determined by ourselves.
Let him pass the past. We are like grains of sand blown into the water by the wind. We have already fallen and settled into the abyss of our unconscious memory. In our lives, they will all live in another posture. In our story.
When I was young, I would rather give up with pain, and never give up the choice lightly. Ideals will eventually evoke the goals of the soul, and in the mud of our lives, we will not abandon the smooth and wide ideal road ahead...
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