One night, I watched the classic black-and-white movie [Blue Bridge of Soul Break]. More than 100 minutes of film, but not boring at all, but very compact. The heroine, Miss Vivien Leigh, is coquettishly looking forward to the heroine's tall and straight figure, and the picture is harmonious and messy. An orphan girl and a prominent World War II lieutenant meet by a bridge by accident and fall in love at first sight. It may seem like a vulgar plot now, but it is not impossible that it will not happen in the war years. After all, everyone's life is not guaranteed, and the pursuit of love is much simpler. A moment of love can also change into a lifetime of love. I like the attitude of this ballet girl played by Vivien Leigh towards love. Maybe the final fate makes people sigh that she is too honest and too stupid. But I feel that this is because even though she has experienced ups and downs and pains, there is always a pure and pure power in her heart that supports her. Although she would not be as brave as her to implement her beliefs, she can understand that she has always maintained a lofty attitude towards love. Our families can be different, but our souls must be equal. When I start to feel humbled, I no longer deserve to be on the other side of your future. It is said that Vivien Leigh herself is such a stubborn person, so when interpreting this girl, it is quite reliable from the change of appearance, body shape and walking posture to the gradual sharpness of her eyes. As if following her, you also finished her life.
She is happy. Meet the love of a lifetime in an era of turmoil. He is so powerful, handsome and mighty, he loves her so much, loves her so much, and takes care of her so much. He can give her all the love and wealth that she lacked since childhood, all the spiritual and material wealth. But in the end he couldn't protect her. Because she lost herself. And this time, he couldn't give it. At any time, we can reach out and ask others for what we need, but if we lose ourselves, what else can we use to carry what others have given us.
The romantic and tragic auld lang syne circled around the bridge leisurely, and the gray sky seemed to be burning clouds. The elderly officer gently stroked the amulet she left him, and reluctantly left the waterloo bridge where they met and fell in love with each other. . When she left, she said, I love you, it's true. And after she left, his so attached expression also silently conveyed the sentence: I love you, too.
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