Whether Sun Yat-sen had ever been to Hong Kong at the time was a controversy over a headless case in the wild history, Chen Desen used it to interpret a legend. The film tells how Sun Yat-sen, with the help of the three teachings and nine liu, avoids the assassination and convenes the League meeting and then leaves Hong Kong. The plot story is thrilling on the screen, and it is nothing more than such a dry sentence in summary.
Even if that "help" comes at the cost of life.
Even with the exception of Li Chongguang, who was chosen as a stand-in, none of them really understand how important the man they protect with their lives is. The down-and-out monk, who met by the water, hurried over when he heard that he was going to "beat bad people." The former son who fell into a beggar, went to a life and death meeting with all his heart. The domestic servant hopes his young master is out of danger, and the dazed daughter inherits the father’s will. The gambler who can do nothing is just so that when the daughter grows up, she can know who her real father is... There may be thousands of reasons to die, but Almost none of them is a great one. There is no reason enough to cherish the memory of admiration and confession in the mourning hall, so when they fell to the ground, the subtitles they played were only the cold names, birthplace and year of birth.
Li Yutang encouraged the employees under him, and no one could see that he was still sniffing at his friends before reciting the words in front of him. Chen Shaobai clutched the wound and fell down the eaves, his dizziness is no longer serious at the moment. Zeng Zhiwei's police heard that it was only a temporary motive, but in my eyes it became a magical touch. It's too hard to give up your life lightly. It is the hard choice most people can make to fulfill one's conscience in the cracks. Even the bigotry and foolishness of Yan Xiaowu, the killer leader who acts as the biggest villain and bad guy, is not disgusting. When he stubbornly uttered the last words "have been reported to the country," the blood along the way became a footnote and reason for not blaming him.
This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just a struggle for beliefs. To devote everything to a crumbling dynasty is not to seek benevolence and benevolence—corruption and integrity were originally only a thin line of separation.
Li Chongguang greeted the sky and his death in the darkness, he smiled.
Times, family and country, these words are too heavy. It is always the great people who have left their names in history. Even if there are such affectionate lines as "Close my eyes, I see China's tomorrow", the siege in October is still just a tragic song for a small person.
I saw Ah Si smiled honestly and brilliantly, for the bride who was about to marry. I saw Fang Hong cry loudly, apologizing for what he couldn't say to his father. I saw Wang Fuming thinking about his flowers and plants, and I saw Shen Chongyang squatting on the roof and watching his unrecognizable daughter.
I saw Liu Yubai turn around with the tuxedo, with a shimmer in the robes of his clothes, the son is unparalleled in the world.
But these are irrelevant to history.
History does not even record what they did, and certainly does not record who they loved or hated.
I don't want to talk about Li Yuchun's acting skills, nor Nicholas Tse's breakthrough. Donnie Yen's fight and Wang Xueqi's drama are very interesting. But none of this is important.
I only saw the end of the film:
Sun Yat-sen raised his head, and the dusk in front of him was dark, and the dawn of China was approaching.
Knowing that this is just a deductive history that may never exist.
I still hope.
I hope that a hundred years ago on Queen's Road, sorrow and joy once reverberated in a certain morning.
For my little heroes, play a soul-suppressing song.
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