first time I watched "Butterfly Monarch" 》, I was entangled with a doubt: How could Gao Renni not know that Song Liling is a man? They have skin relatives. Thinking about it, I’m afraid this is a logical flaw. The
second time I watch "Mr. Butterfly" , Do a quick glance. Just to capture the figure of my dear Jeremy Irons. He is so thin and tall, he smiles like a child. He is deep and painful when he has sex. He enters the bone marrow and reaches the soul without shouting, just forbearing Sing in a low voice.
Last night, I watched "Mr. Butterfly" for the third time. I closed the computer and got into the quilt and weeped for a long time. His pale face, scarlet blood. Whose butterfly is he.
My dear Jeremy Irons, indulged in the world The so-called abnormal love, time after time, time after time. Those women without breasts, those faces with ambiguous gender-he will always live in his own illusion, he is Peter Pan, who doesn't want to grow up. Gorenni is
in love. Mrs. Butterfly, there are some contrived elements in it. He may have known Song Liling as a man a long time ago, but he was just afraid that the butterfly would fly away, just like the young dragonfly that slipped away from his hand that night.
In fact, there was nothing wrong with me. He didn't understand his feelings before. He weaves a gorgeous and vain cocoon that entangles him and his lover. My butterfly, my butterfly... He always calls Song Liling like this, is it not seeking self-identification? He loves an oriental woman deeply , The Eastern woman who morphed from the man’s body only exists in fantasy. He loves his own illusion. He loves the person in the mirror.
He walked into the secluded courtyard and met the butterfly. He leaked the secrets of the country and shared with the butterfly. He slumped back to France, sitting in an empty hut, wearing a normal T-shirt, bowing his head, and gnawing on the dry bread. Dip in low-quality wine. My dear Jeremy Irons, the nobility in this bone can't be ignored no matter how depressed. He missed the butterfly he threw in China. Then, opened the door, the butterfly came. Butterfly, butterfly. He shouted Holding her. Holding her tightly. Kissing her. He became a postman, specializing in delivering state secret documents.
They met in court. "She" was in a suit and shoes. She was still handsome as a prisoner. He looked at "She" and smiled This smile is extremely complicated. Surprised (in my opinion, it is just a discomfort with the appearance of "her"), calm (it seems to have been expected), despair (the illusion is almost shattered), there is little left but there is still hope (he There is even a dream of a butterfly). Both sides of the contradiction are expressed at this moment at the same time, and it is fleeting., My dear Jeremy Irons, it is just that the facial muscles trembles slightly, and the corner of the mouth with almost no curvature rises, and it is carrying such a thing. Content. The
back compartment of the prison car. He finally collapsed. He dodges and escapes. However, the cruelty of reality is that no matter where you escape, no matter how clever you are to cover up, it will force you to see its true colors. The man’s nakedness was reflected in his eyes. He leaned against the wall with a heartbreaking smile. Song Liling stretched out her hand to stroke his face, and he avoided helplessly. This was a familiar feeling. He knelt down, Use his graceful voice to recall their past. "I am your butterfly. Under the robes,beneath everthing,there was always me."Gorny was completely desperate,"I loved a woman,created by a man."I I think Song Liling must have a love for him. But it involves a complicated political background in a socialist country. As a spy, in that age of abstinence and love, the only thing he can do is suppress.
Death is Gorenni The only relief. The music rang, he put on makeup and appeared on stage. This is the most classic monologue.My dear Jeremy Irons, dedicated a wonderful one-man show. I tried to listen to it:
There is a vision of orient that I have.
Slender women in cheong-sams and kimonos,who die for the love of unworthy,foreign devils.For born and raised to be prefect women,take whatever punishment we give them and spring back.Strenthened by love, unconditionally.
The vision was to become my life.
My mistake was simple and absolute.The man I have loved was not worthy.He did't deserve even a second glance.But instead,I gave my love,all of my love.
So till now,when I look into the mirror,I see nothing but...(Pause, lipstick drops on the ground)
I have a vision of the orient,the deep within her almond eyes,there are still women,women willing to sacrifice themselves for love ,for man. Even the man whose love is completely without worth.
Death with honor, is better than life with dishonor.
So, at last, in the prison, far from China, I have found her.
My name is Rene G, also known as M. Butterfly.
OVER.
He puts his hands together and holds the broken mirror in it. He lowers his head and cuts his neck. Arteries.
Transformed into butterflies. But there is only a single shadow. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies. The person in the mirror. Who are you?
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