In the first part, the camera procrastinated to express the hero’s unforgettable love for the heroine. Isabella walked towards him in the afternoon sun, his eyes focused on her face, and the 20-year-old British boy Stephen said to him. The young and beautiful French proprietress fell in love at first sight. Later, in the sojourn life of the French boss’s house, she fell in love with her uncontrollably. Her elder husband gave her a comfortable life, but could not exercise the physiological functions of a husband. The two young hot bodies in such short-handedness spontaneously burned.
This is his only love for the first time. He is an orphan, well-educated, able to draw good sketches, playing a good hand of cards, fortune-telling good and bad, knowing how to appreciate art and beauty, as if he was alive to give all for this. Love is born. The French countryside is simple and natural, with woods, lakesides, crisp birds singing from far and near, and the fragrance of the countryside. The upturned corners of the heroine's mouth are like two petals, bathed in soft light, and are as lovely as the pure angels in oil paintings. For her, this is also the first intercourse between the soul and the flesh.
The pure love produced in the beautiful natural environment is defiled and betrayed relative to their respective identities and backgrounds. One is an innocent wife, and the other is a shameless person who seduce another's wife. If in the Middle Ages, they should be paraded to death, and the woman's face was branded with scarlet letters. And this love that dared to fight against all orders is more intense, more thrilling, and more than ordinary and ordinary love between men and women.
When love comes in a good manner, it is destined to be hugely destructive. All happiness in the world is dull. If you are not willing to be dull, you have to bear long-term pain after the passion burns.
Steven was still drawing sketches and playing divination cards in the barracks. His melancholy eyes were filled with Isabella's smiles. The bloody battlefield of World War I was in his eyes, and he had no fear. He is a kind person, daring to hold the hand of the blown up soldier, and accompany him to remember the good things at the last moment of his stay and relieve the pain. The scene of intestines is too realistic and realistic, and it is very eye-catching. The picturesque love and the dust and cannon fodder in the trenches are intertwined with each other. How can people dare to believe that tomorrow, when will the situation change suddenly? It is not so much that Stephen is kind, but that he has a wealth of love and humanity. To every soldier around him, he takes the attitude of a strict officer and feels protecting and loving them. The comrades in these military camps, like his love for Isabella, are sincere and lasting.
Isabella abandoned him and his world collapsed. In eight years, his pain never eased with the passage of time. Life in the barracks was boring and dangerous. He survived the dead for the first time, as if the memory of love was calling him.
If the first part is procrastinated, the second part will be completed in one go, and the climax of the plot will be repeated. Perhaps without the patience and soothing of the prelude, and the accumulation of emotion without thickness, the persistence and intensity of love and hate cannot be expressed. Those dream-loving loves step by step toward reality and destination. The troops he fought have reached the place where he and her fell in love. On the eve of the attack, they met for the first time and for the last time after they separated.
Her haggard and aging face is no longer the beauty of her face when she was in love. She was dressed in black, and the once glorious luxury manor was ruined. The war had burned all the once beautiful woods, lakesides, and birdsong into a piece of wasteland. His trembling hand stretched out to the face that had been so longing for, even if it was completely unrecognizable, that broke his heart, the long scar was like a wound on his heart, "Why? Why? Why do you want to leave me?? ?"
All the love in the whole world that is devoted to the true feelings, when looking back suddenly, when facing again, there are only these three words: "Why?"
These are all the questions and the answers.
"You will understand one day."
He was so painful, so painful, so painful, when he ran away, looking for vent in resentment, and finally limply lying on the prostitute's body and crying loudly. This is also a woman's body, with breasts, waists, and full muscles, but isn't it the one she is, not the one she wants! Why isn't it her?
He has so much faith and needed love, so ruthlessly abandoned and far away from him. His heart was dead long ago, and this blood and blood battlefield was going to die sooner or later, so there was nothing to be afraid of. She doesn't want him, what is the difference from death.
He crawled out of the dead man again. The war was over. He had almost lost all his beloved comrades in arms, watching their flesh and blood corpses close to him. Before his death, his comrades told him that life is illusory and goalless. To live is to love and be loved. The resentment in his heart was wiped out by the war. Isabella gave him a beautiful daughter, because he said that he did not want to have children. She left him and returned to the ran away home to live and give birth to a daughter. This is her. The reason for leaving him was that he was still too young and didn't understand the cruelty of life, and she couldn't let him understand this. Only by leaving him can he let her go and return to his own life. Isabella passed away shortly after they reunited, this time leaving forever. He bathed in the cruelty of war and understood the cruelty of life. At this time, he was relieved of the entangled love.
He embarked on the way home, a French country house under the bright sunshine, and his daughter came to him with a smile.
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