The director came out to find the story, but met the story. But what the woman left him was also a memory with a lingering sound around his lips and teeth. He couldn't take her away, so he had to hide it in his heart, sometimes touching his lips, thinking about it.
A man loves his lover, and can't give up again and again. For his wife, he can only comfort, but that strong little lover can hear the groan in the depths of his soul, which makes him extremely attached.
The jumping man fell in love with the demure woman, and after spending a pious and beautiful day with her, she said that she would go to the monastery to become a monk tomorrow. He wanted her to appreciate the happiness of the world, but he could only watch her slowly close the gate of heaven. The rain fell coldly, and the man's heart became more concerned.
I love you because I can't stay with you all my life.
Bright eyes, warm embrace, and soft scented lips are all gone. If life is just as I first saw, you gave me a gorgeous turn. The light you shine into my heart is a sweet sadness that years cannot take away.
Maybe love is an illusion after all.
What Spider loves is the Zeng Aniu who beat her and bit her and refuses to go with her. Zhang Wuji, who is generous and compassionate, recognizes her but does not want to believe it. The strange woman has exhausted her whole life to miss, it is the one who can only follow her. She peeped through the door keyhole, who pretended to be romantic and acted on the scene, never remembered her writer; Rose can marry her own sons and grandchildren, but she eventually sinks the "heart of the ocean" into the Atlantic Ocean to commemorate the love of her life, when she tells people She keeps tears in the dust when she talks about the person in her heart; stuffed with cattle and sheep to make an appointment, on the small blue stone bridge, Xiao Feng shattered the pity of a lifetime with a palm of his hand. From then on, love will no longer come. Such a Zhu, how can Azi love him alive, how can he get into his heart?
Love is the never-fading flower that blooms in the illusion.
The arranged marriage of grandparents has lasted for more than 60 years. Although grandma suffered from domestic violence by grandpa, she did not dare to divorce because divorce in that era was spurned. They are only now waiting for death, and they are not dependent on it. Love has long since passed away, death of possession, death of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Perhaps, never loved. It's just that life is forced.
Just because I cherish it too much, I always want to show you my perfect self. In order to make you smile, keep changing yourself and make yourself better, remember that it is for you. However, if you waste time and time again, you will miss your best years. Yang flowers are gone, your wait is long and indefinite. Finally, you waved and said "goodbye" to me. I can only stare at the back of your departure, feeling sad.
In the end, the best me was not given to the you I love the most.
Since then you have become a statue in my heart. Use memories to sculpt every detail of you, your slightly spoiled and lovely appearance, the tears of aggrieved tears, the pride and arrogance of my heart. You are a woman who walked out from the depths of the splashed ink landscape, untainted by the light of the mundane. The statue is becoming more and more perfect, taking root. And at the end of my memories, I would always masochistically think, you are gone.
If I can forget.
If I can forget, I don’t have to sit with your smile on the old photo all afternoon, if I can forget, I don’t have to sit on the balcony and drink in the middle of the night thinking about you in the distance. I don’t know how it is now. If I can forget, I don’t need it. Keep wandering to find a place where you can forget you.
But if I really forget, how can I love you?
Time is ten years at every turn. If in ten years, you are noisy and quarrel with you, your passion is exhausted, and finally you can't find a reason to hug, and your lover becomes a friend, then why not spend your time thinking about it?
At least I will not think of your decisive expression and indifferent fragments.
In November, Chopin could not wake the sleeping Cinderella, Peter Pan could not save the big bad wolf who was swallowed by Little Red Riding Hood. The prince and princess might not lead a happy life, but I saw you sitting in the last train. Will begin to understand your importance.
I think when Antonioni is dead, there is only two words to tell us: Cherish.
If you love someone, cherish everything that person touches you. If that person leaves, cherish the memories that will slowly grow. There are countless encounters in his life. The person who finds the story wants to see the world calmly, but he will also become a person with a story. There is no need to suppress the truth for reason, and there is no need to turn calm into indifference. You will always fall in love with someone, just be serious. If you don't love anymore, forgive it. The film ends with religion. In addition to showing the director's sense of fatalism due to his old age, there is also a kind of compassionate feelings. Religion allows us to forgive and resolve human suffering with love. True love should be so broad.
Sometimes I think about it, love is just one person's business.
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