Of course I also started watching martial arts movies. It's still a small video room near home, I hold my dad's arm to choose the film. At that time, I was very fascinated by Wang Zuxian, and I didn't remember what movie I started watching. I only knew that this woman was good at acting in ghost movies, but she had a fairy-like face, a white dress and a few layers of light gauze, which made her feel more graceful.
It should be a summer afternoon. The curtains blocked the outside sunlight. In the dim bedroom, a floor fan shook his head awkwardly and blew at me. I sat on my parents’ big bed and watched the prison TV. A Chinese Ghost Story. I don’t know if this is the first time I saw him. Many times I think the first time I saw him was in "Across the World". In "Happy Anniversary in the Flower Field," he performed magic tricks in the crowd, but he remembered in a daze that it was Xiaoqian who stretched her straight calf towards him that I was surprised by his handsome face. My childhood memories were too vague, and he surprised me too many times. Every time I was impressed, my memories were superimposed on top of each other and it was impossible to distinguish.
"A Chinese Ghost Story" in 1987, it is also a wonderful movie to relive now. Many years later, when I learned about Tsui Hark, I was thinking about the scenes of "A Chinese Ghost Story" while sighing that he was a monster. Even though he later made many martial arts movies that I didn't like, I still think of "A Chinese Ghost Story" Will sway in my heart, willing to love him this weird old man.
When I watched this movie in elementary school, I still felt a little scary. The grandmother with male voice and female voice, the sticky and slippery tongue made my heart hairy, and those violent red nails curled and twisted, which made me feel terrible. As a primary school student, how do I feel when I look at the zombies crawling up and down the stairs? I don't know anymore. But it should still be fun. The unconscious Ning Caichen avoided the close contact with those zombies again and again, making people laugh in a foolish manner.
The most stressful time was in Xiaoqian's room. He hid in her bathtub, listening to the news that she was going to marry in his ears, and vomiting bubbles in the bathtub. Seeing to be discovered, Xiaoqian swept over with a scent of fragrance. Seeing his silly expression, I was afraid that he would drown in the tub.
The scholar meets a girl who looks like a fairy, and he must fall in love with it, not to mention Xiaoqian deliberately seduce at the beginning. But when she met him, such a stupid scholar, she fell innocent, the sound of the urging piano was hidden in the spring, and the hair that strangled the neck was also concealed behind her. Looking at his face in the reflection of the lake, an infatuation has already been drawn between his eyebrows.
There was one of the most charming scenes in the small pavilion in the lake. He hugged her and kissed her, with the broken hair on his forehead hanging softly on both sides, like a young man. The white gauze danced with the wind, his hand holding her ankle, his lips must be very light and light, like kissing a rose. But the silly scholar touched her bell again, and when his grandma was about to fly there, urging him to go quickly, he was still obsessed with it. She was anxious and anxious and had to make a random arrangement and said that I do not like you, poor boy, and she sighed in her heart. How can I tell you that I am just a ghost with a touch of soul, and I will disperse in the morning.
His little self-esteem was stimulated, and he was deceived as expected. She is so beautiful and so good, he is probably a little bit ashamed. In the face of love, everyone's shadow will be small and unconfident. If she says she doesn't love, then she really doesn't love. When he really understood her difficulties and her tenderness, he immediately turned around to find her. He doesn't need her to say what she can't speak. He knows that if it is a ghost, he loves it. Based on this, I should like him. Once the other party's heart is confirmed, the others will be ignored. The most important thing is that I know that you love me, and I know that I love you.
The love between humans and ghosts across the world seems earth-shattering, but in fact it is just the intersection of two drops of dew. The world is so big, love is always small, but the cycle of life is infinitely broad. Xiao Qian's life is miserable, only the last few days of being a ghost are happy, she has a chest to rely on, but she still doesn't warm her soul. She is looking forward to her next life, re-entering this dust net to be a new person.
He and her were supposed to have a one-night stand and said goodbye, but blamed the horrible Black Mountain old monster, and didn't even give them the last time. He turned his back to her against the window, and she said goodbye to him behind him, not even seeing him the last time. The morning sun rising at dawn shone on his face full of tears, and his heart was infinitely sad, as if a big dream had finally come to an end. The look of his frown is really handsome, and his brow is not a "chuan" character, but a layer of gully. He is like burying his lover with his own hands, but with the joy of her new life, this kind of love, I call it tragic.
I am heartbroken every time I see this ending, because I know that it is this man facing the sun that really bids farewell to him. I can never see him crying bitterly again, and I have not met him yet. So I often get jealous of other people's fans, their idols are still alive, and there is "someday" to look forward to, and I will never have hope. I haven't seen his handsome close-ups on the big screen of the theater, nor have I seen his lively singing and dancing on the spot. I used to think there was always a chance, but I didn't expect it to become my eternal regret. So I advise everyone, go to see the idols while they are alive, and don't expect the dawn not to come for the last time.
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Today is Rong Shao’s birthday, and I am no more than usual Miss him, but want to write something for him. I like him wishful thinking. In fact, the so-called doing it for him is actually doing it for myself, listening to music and watching movies, all for myself, writing this thing for myself, and liking him is for myself.
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