was originally worried that I hadn't written the three thousand-word English film review at the end of the term. How could I have the spare time and mind to write this, but why can't I be like Mrs. Dreyer. What about the things that rule me out?
I remember the 1920s when the male protagonist in Midnight Paris wanted to go back to the Paris of Hemingway, Stein, and the Fitzgeralds, rain and champagne, parties and stunners. However, on a small island called Corfu in Greece next door, there was such a British family who set up a dining table to eat directly in the water, and then the rising tide wetted their clothes. If you ask me now when I want to go back, I'm afraid it's not Owen's twenties, nor Maria's golden age, sorry Woody Allen, I really want to go to Greece in the 1930s. island! ! Live in this old house with ash in the ceiling and no electricity! Why the thirties, because now there are no typewriters, shotguns and the patience to watch dung beetles for three hours.
I have to admit, this girl of the 21st century, although at the same latitude as Corfu, can only enjoy the high temperature of thirty-eight degrees brought by the subtropical monsoon, and can only lie in a room of dozens of square meters with a whining sound. The three-leaf fan can only repeatedly wander in the teaching building and dormitory. I'm fed up with the phony academics discussing linguistic hypersegmentation and the daily greetings to the hot-it-mama. I'd rather have an alcoholic brother who talks loudly about sex on a typewriter, a shy brother who fights with a shotgun, a sister who screams for liberation but is repeatedly teased by love, and a brother who rides seagulls to the zoo, and a mother who loves her family with all her heart. All the family trivialities of the Dreyer family are too beautiful for a girl who is worried about her final exam in the 38-degree heat.
No need for a cup of chemical and water mixture and a high-end silent pseudo-natural wind. Just sitting in front of the computer and watching six episodes of this drama, I can barely have a moment of summer tranquility, although it is far less free and easy than Tao Yuanming's picking chrysanthemums under the east fence.
The texture of the oil painting quickly pulls people back to that era, and the chirping of unknown insects in the background sound is matched with a British accent, so that issues about family can be happily unfolded.
Laughter is not uncommon in family dramas. It is constantly triggered by the clever ridicule between brothers and sisters, and it easily continues the tradition of family being together.
In the end, Larry went to the pier, and his mother found it, but he didn't stop him. In the end, he came back. I don't know if my mother knew that he would come back, but it was ingenious. Maybe the home was a harbor, and my mother was a magical creature. Always know what you are going to do next, don't stop or stay, quietly guard the little paradise in your heart. Looking back, she's here.
Angels who write books and make movies and TV dramas, please serve and sell a few cups of this cool drink, and save me, a mortal who is struggling to learn in the scorching heat.
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