It is said that last night was windy and rainy. He slept so hard that he didn't catch up with Ye Lan lying listening to his emotions.
When I woke up, the curtains were blown by the breeze, and the faint water-red flowers were floating in the air.
And I am a knight naked and curled up in the quilt (meaning not the kind that moves between the beds), I can't help but feel tenderness when I look at this beautiful image.
It's Sunday. Finally, after being a young man for many years, I lost sensitivity to the word "Children's Day". I'd rather just realize it's a Sunday.
Even if it is hypocritical, it is not sensitive to the situation. For example, a few years ago, I would make a few funny jokes with my friends: Happy Children's Day!
I lingered with the sheets in the morning and got up to eat at noon.
After eating, I was drowsy again. This rare feeling of drowsiness made me immediately get into bed, close my eyes, and enter the state.
Really fell asleep. Slept and slept for half an afternoon.
I'm grateful to my body that I have such a rare level of sleepiness without having a perfectly relaxing sex session.
When I woke up, I raised my head to look around, I was peaceful and peaceful, my mind was so clear, I could easily figure out a three-digit multiplication problem.
In the previous week's work, I was in a trance and depression, like a coercive doll, and the manipulator behind the scenes was the work itself.
The blunt reaction was disgusted by the boss, and the eyes that were waiting for the opportunity to fire the fish sent chills down the back, although this was not a job that made people feel reluctant to give up.
Not to fry, but to be fired, which is somewhat disgraceful. In short, the conclusion is that someone was fired. Fortunately, it wasn't me who got fired.
There will always be a person who is more blunt than me, saying in a vulgar way: There will always be a back-up! This would have allowed me to work without distraction.
But there is always an underlying reason that I look forward to every weekend. Perhaps this is the reason, fatigue. This is a vulgar reason.
For this reason, I can't go climbing the mountain alive and well. Mountain climbing is an ordinary sport, but somehow it adds to the petty bourgeoisie.
Fatigue made me unable to do even the deliberate petty bourgeoisie. I can only collapse on the sofa and enjoy a "Melancholy Sunday".
I need something slow, quiet, to stretch my life out. I like to stare at the old world. I cherish that smile and that indescribable sadness.
The shot begins over the Danube, with subtitles tapped to the beat of the music.
The gray city is against the blue of the Danube. The city has gone through vicissitudes of life, and the Danube is always so charming.
At the age of 80, Hans went back to the restaurant in Budapest and listened to the song GLOOMY SUNDAY from 50 years ago.
On his birthday 50 years ago, he came across this tune, and the woman who made him fall in love with it and committed suicide by jumping into a river because of her rejection. 50 years later, the man has passed away, and the tune still exists?
Many times we only remember events in the past, while the practitioners of the events are blurred.
For example, we remember that we once passed a corner, and the wall of the corner was covered with green vines, and around the vines, there was a deep kiss with someone.
But who is that person? Can't remember.
For example, the moss-covered granite scoured by the creek was once stepped on by someone, and the soft humming of EYES ON ME, but who was the humming? Can not remember.
After 50 years, we are not sure how many objects still exist in our memory. Many events that were once thought to be unforgettable for a lifetime have actually disappeared from memory within two or three years.
Those devoured hearts accompanied by living love have been healed by time, and there is no more tearing pain.
Unless you see that person, or that photo.
Because Lao Bai is still in my QQ and often appears and talks, so I will always remember the humming person. Or the scene is not beautiful, as for not being better than the real thing, but who cares.
And Hans, because of that photo.
Originally immersed in music, he may have habitually associated the music with the Huayi people of the past, so the old face had a smile on his face.
He couldn't remember the person he was once in love with and the lifelong pain he brought to that person, but only the moment when he got up from her, complacent and ready to go.
It was the photo he took with his own hands, the German camera produced by Leica, the photo developed on 35mm wide film, the photo he took in pursuit of Ilona, that killed himself.
Died of a heart attack.
In another form, maybe I won't forgive Hans, but after so many years, seeing Ilona can still be so excited, can you deny his true love?
Even if he took over Ilona's body in an inappropriate way. Even if he fails to restrain his jealous heart, even if he takes revenge on Lassi Lorne, his humble love cannot be ignored.
After all, he too was finally knocked down by the reactionary force of love. At the moment of being knocked down, his humbleness will surely be fulfilled.
The story starts from the beginning.
Lacylo runs a restaurant in Budapest, and what makes the restaurant so special is that he has a beautiful wife, Ilona, who runs the hall.
Ilona is full of charm, with a brown bun on the top of her head, and a snow-white neck like a pear blossom. Those quiet and indifferent but not abrupt eyes always look at people with the gentleness of an angel.
The V-chest of the dress, with the half-covered cleavage spilling out, makes one can't help but hide his face between the soft and elastic twin peaks to inhale the magical body fragrance.
She appeared almost exactly as an angel. Many men are obsessed with it.
Andrache is one of them.
The scene where Andrache, who came to the restaurant to apply for a pianist job, ran into Ilona head-on, which was all sultry.
Ilona was holding blue-purple flowers, and her white and moving face was supported by the flower arrangement, like a shrine dedicated to Venus.
And the pale-faced Andrash, with his weak and melancholy temperament, also attracted Ilona. Even though the pianist quota had been settled, she still insisted: let him try it!
In this way, the moment the two met their eyes, they were destined for this life. Even if Ilona goes home, she still shares a bathtub with her husband Lasilo, which is very affectionate.
On Ilona's birthday, Lacylo gave her a jewel-encrusted hairpin, Hans, who had a crush on her and had the same birthday as her, took a picture of her, and Andrach wrote her a unique GLOOMY SUNDAY.
In this section, the candlelight and the soft music in the western restaurant also indicated some kind of commotion. The more serene and peaceful, the more undercurrents overflow.
For example, the scene music in "Scent and Know a Woman" and "True Lies", as well as Al Pacino and Schwarzenegger. And the shredded piano sound, and the narration that trembled in the sound of the piano.
And the splendid sense of ceremony cannot be destroyed. Love requires dignity and solemnity, that is, the place where love breeds.
"In the dining room, the kitchen and the piano cannot be touched by the guests!"
Hans's courtship to Ilona, what a straightforward and simple courtship: marry me, and I will create the largest room in Germany for you. The import and export company!
After being rejected, he resolutely threw himself to the Danube, because he listened to this strange tune: "It seems that he said something that he never wanted to say."
Ilona was even more convinced by Andrashi's tune, and their relationship quickly heated up. , burning.
Going forward, I can fall in love with any non-beautiful man who speaks like a lotus flower, not to mention Andrache is a rare species with both talent and beauty. It's a Hungarian Casanova (just poor).
In the end, Lacillo also tolerated and acquiesced to this pair of talented men and women (of course, there is no way), and provided assistance for Andrassi to display his talents, and reached some kind of friendship.
The song GLOOMY SUNDAY makes celebrities commit suicide, and makes delicate and sensitive people unable to hold their own. It also brought a steady stream of wealth to Andrashi.
Even Lassiello couldn't help but feel melancholy after hearing it a lot: how could this happen, they agree with each other, then what am I, just the non-fine porcelain displayed here or something?
In the film, if Ilona is an angel of flesh, then Lacylo is an angel of the spirit, and the angel of the spirit is unavoidable. In order to strengthen its "human nature", rather than being confined to the ridiculous "divine nature" , also set up a section of burning anger. But in the end it was tamed by tolerance. And this tolerance also heralds the release of freedom.
Give love to freedom, and you will no longer be alone. So the three of them were able to leisurely lie on the grass on the Danube and watch the sky swirl.
From this the sublime part of love is transformed into a sublime quality: we all love her, and she loves us, so what's the problem with dedicating herself to her?
Love her, love a part of her, no one can own everything about the other. Now that we realize this, rival in love, let's toast!
Back then, my love for Lao Bai, now it seems, is too petty. That suffocating aggressiveness ended in embarrassing form. " Forgive
me, I don't want to lose myself. I want to find myself in another person. The tiny part of you who has been transformed by you."
There is always a casual feedback: if you don't put it first, why should I be sentimental?
It is better to withdraw first in order to prevent defeat. The person in the trance has gone away, why are you still in a daze?
The delicate balance of love is always an extraordinary skill, and this skill can only be used freely by countless lovers.
Some people are saddened by Andrache's composition, so what kind of sadness is Andrach's writing in? Nobody knows.
In short, when the Nazis were rampant and Hans the Dongshan wolf was rampant, Andrash did not hesitate to detonate himself. It's a shot of self-esteem.
This also reveals the origin of Andrach GLOOMY SUNDAY's creation: I love you, but I don't get your love. On the contrary, you are warm in other people's beds. What a humiliation.
Andrash's self-esteem is stronger than Zhang Ailing, Zhang Ailing is just: I love you, I am very low, low in the dust.
Of course, this is also a matter of degree, Andrashi is: watching you, but can't do anything. However, Mr. Zhang can still "do something and not do something".
At least Hu Lancheng's cheating partner and his wife were out of Mr. Zhang's field of vision, while what Andrach encountered was right under his nose.
Literature and art workers all have one thing in common, that is, they have strong self-esteem, are shy, sensitive, impulsive, and sullen. They also need to be spiritual nobles, and they have inviolable territory in their hearts.
And in order to defend this territory, you can fight to the death, even at the cost of losing your life. It is the so-called solar terms that touch the bottom line of the spirit.
It's quite painful, but there's nothing you can do about it. At that level, it will be numb but not numb.
In this way, numbness has become a means of human psychological self-defense. The blunt and simplistic thinking is in line with Darwin's law of survival of the fittest. Really disturbing.
Those humans who love to think wildly, you will eventually be hurt by wild thinking. And your sentimentality will eventually send you to heaven.
Andrach committed suicide after Hans' coerced playing, preserving the artist's dignity.
And La Xiluo raised tigers, or protected wolves like Mr. Dongguo, ignoring the nature of the wolf, and was sent to the concentration camp by the werewolf.
How can Hans' wolf nature be seen? That is, it uses materialized objects as the weighing standard, and the concrete material is rigid and paranoid one-dimensional.
His promise to Ilona as an "import and export company" shows his ambition first, but lacks spiritual introspection second.
The above two characteristics show that they pursue their goals without any means, which is animal work, regardless of the feelings of others.
And his so-called love finally turned into a real thing. One target, that is Ilona's body.
His indifferent glance, that emotionless glance, after he had fastened his belt, and then walked away decisively, confirmed his wolfishness.
Therefore, there is also an implicit problem here: after Hans was recruited by the Nazis, he lost his pure love, and his desire to conquer Ilona was far greater than love and even lust.
After Hans became a colonel of the Nazi Party, Ilona had nothing but conquest. This desire ended when she possessed her.
As for why it was in a non-violent form, it was entirely because the basis of the desire to conquer was her willingness. All he wants is willingness.
Even if this willingness is completely based on destroying her psychological defense.
And Hans's heart attack in the title sequence doesn't seem to be motivated by emotion now. This is a heart attack that can't be explained, and it's completely inexplicable.
If he has repentance in his heart, why didn't he come to find Ilona before to make up for his loss to some extent? Have to choose the so-called anniversary of the hypocritical 80th birthday?
Therefore, Hans's visit to Budapest this time was completely on a whim, and this whim accidentally brought him an unpredictable blow: the photo of the object of desire!
As for the heart attack, it was entirely due to the memories of the past, and the emotions in the memories, just like his suicide at that time. Nothing to do with feelings.
In this way, only the young Hans is really worthy of recognition, and the middle-aged Hans and the old Hans are nothing to praise.
The intention of the film director seems to be still based on love, but it is structured by the historical background, and the evolution of human nature in love is varied (or it is the human nature that hates has an evolutionary history, while the pure human nature will never be pure and simple. , of course, simple and noble human nature is not recognized by the laws of history, which are two different things).
Narratively, this film is reminiscent of "I served the King of England". It's just that the latter crosses more frequently. (I am afraid that the word "travel" is not used correctly. The correct answer is the same person's time and space travel, but the effect is enough to understand.
The movie was finished on this Sunday evening. For a satisfied reader (that is, the hole in the heart is slightly filled), it is really not "melancholy".
It's just that it will inevitably trigger a pursuit of soul-stirring love.
In love, it is best to have a literary accent, a bit of righteousness, a bit of bitterness, and a bit of peculiarity, and it is best to be so peculiar that it can be called an extraordinary experience.
Maybe because of the arrival of love, there is a little more depression in life.
There's nothing wrong with melancholy, it's not going to let your whole life live in the unreal world of movies.
"To learn to draw nutrition from reality"!
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