In the cold winter last year, I watched a British drama "The Dreyer Family" on a sunny Greek island with blue waters. It's been a bright summer day recently, and I'm watching a classic country drama, Cranford, in a bleak, condensed tone. The story took place in Cranford in June 1842. It was a beautiful town, too lovely old ladies, and too warm parents.
It was still in the Victorian style. The women in the town wore cake-like lace skirts and large-brimmed straw hats with ribbons. Their hair was wrapped in ruffled lace, and their collars were made of lace. Lace lace foil, gorgeous and soft.
The story is full of warmth. Marty will bring a vase of flowers for Mary, the daughter of an old friend who has just moved in, and she says it looks good by the bed. When the neighbors returned to the old cottage, Marty would bring the lavender from the smoke room. Ms. Ball soaked the lace ribbon in thick milk to dress up for the garden party, only to be swallowed by the cat.
Caroline's cow ran out of the fence in the middle of the night and got stuck in the lime mud. Her fur was eroded. She specially bought gray flannel to wrap the cow's body. Miss Jesse received a blue lotus flower from a man, and Mary will help her look up the flower language book. Valentine's Day is here, and girls are standing outside the window, looking forward to what kind of cards they will receive.
Marty reunites with the man she loved when she was young, and he brings her poetry and primroses. At night, light two candles, sit in the dim candlelight, and read thick vellum pages. During the day, they peeled their beans, and the fireplace behind them crackled. I also went to the garden to pick cherries. The sun was shining and I turned around to meet the man I liked.
The story unfolds seemingly tenderly, but the shadow of death looms, and every episode someone dies, either because of illness or accident. With the advent of industrialization, the tranquility of the town will also be broken. But the life fluctuations created by the lovely old ladies in their parents will continue. There will be laughter and tears, there will be changes and migration, and there will be reunions. The best will always be in the future.
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