It seems to be a very simple and vulgar story. Even the hero and the protagonist are afraid of this in their hearts.
So, it becomes interesting.
Almost all of the film is dialogue, but
when I watch it, I feel that this kind of thing is actually touched by everyone. When I
remembered the sophomore and junior year, there were always a few nights when boy and girl friends spent the whole night in the school together
. It was windy and rainy outside. Everyone was hiding in a classroom with no lights and talking in a
dark environment. Everyone confessed. was all like a little rabbit
watched
feel that this is not a documentary but a feature film
jesse say, I will always regret that you did not succeed to make me get off with
celine say, but maybe I will be someone at another station The
two of the cars are together...oh...oh...oh, and then laugh
, don’t we usually do like this?
Like us, they watch too many cliché romance movies and
hope that their lives can be "more fun" and they also hope that they can be honest with each other
. It is very beautiful that the two meet, understand, and love each other...
Look, love is so simple Naturally,
their dialogue is very interesting.
On the one hand, the two of them really fit together, so what they say can resonate with each other (even I resonate).
On the other hand, men and women have different ideas, and everyone will have different ideas for the same things. view
I think most people should for homosexual and heterosexual are still curious
hope to have the opportunity to know, "us" and "you" how I usually think
or say, for the same thing, how each of which has a different view
Therefore, as an audience, I watched the film with great interest.
As the people in the play, they
listened with interest to each other's listening and expression, the simplest communication, and curiosity, I
didn’t understand when I was the youngest, two people. Is it boring to be always together?
Later, I learned that love also requires imagination.
So, when someone next to them talks, someone buries their heads in the book and someone complains loudly, they
are in the restaurant, playing each other’s friends, calling each other
some words, You know, it’s hard for us to speak out in front of others,
but we can proceed smoothly under the cover of another identity.
On this point, Wang Jiawei’s Xidu probably knows best
, classmate Adong said, Lin Xi’s lyricism is just because of seeing it. In this film
, when I was young, I would dance with Huang Yaoming when I heard Huang Yaoming sing. I
used to keep the lyrics of the song and removed myself and refilled
the lyrics. My lyrics career began in the fifth grade of elementary school.
Maybe after the fifth grade , I would really write lyrics, hehe, Who knows? I
found an article on the character analysis of the male and female protagonists on ps, and everyone shared it: http://english.ncu.edu.tw/wenchi/film/891/Selena.htm What
we must do during the break tomorrow at noon is: Buy it in the next episode!
There is also a poem read by the last male protagonist. I just learned that it was originally written by whauden. There is also his poem in the fourth marriage and one funeral.
As I Walked Out One Evening
by WHAuden (1937)
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.'I'll
love you, dear, I'll love you
Till Meet Africa and china,
and jumps over at The River at The Mountain
and at The Salmon Sing in at The Street,
'the I'll Love you Till at The Ocean
Is is Folded and Hung up to Dry
and at The Seven Stars Go squawking
Like the About Geese at The Sky.
' at The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.'In
the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.'In
headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.'Into
many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.'O
plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've
missed.'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the
dead.'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back .
'? O look, look in at The Mirror
O look in your distress:
Life Remains A Blessing
. Although is you CAN not Bless
' O Stand, Stand AT at The window
of As at The Tears scald and Start;
by you of shall Love your Crooked Neighbor
With your Crooked Heart . '
It WAS LATE, LATE in The Evening,
of The Lovers They were Gone;
of The HAD Ceased Their Chiming Clocks,
. And The Deep River RAN ON
Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm,
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty , but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's sensual ectasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell,
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreadful cards fortell,
Shall be paid, but not from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of sweetness show
Eye and knocking heart may bless.
Find the
mortal world enough; Noons of dryness see you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insults let you pass
Watched by every human love.
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