The girl decided to go back to her house for one night, so I ordered the takeaway, pulled out the film, and prepared a delicious meal alone.
After watching, the first feeling is to cry. Not because of the story, but because of the thought that with the flow of the times, we should be able to see such a good war movie, which is simply a gift.
It is very surprising. The description of "one mirror to the end" that I have been hearing about is that technology is serving the story, not the other way around.
Only in this way can a linear individual emotion be displayed to an unprecedented degree.
Key words:
arrogant. Back down. Tight. curious. Horror. helpless. despair. sad. share. gift. mercy. cruel. Grief. brand. responsibility. Helping hand. Revive. Focus. lucky. courage. escape and hide. Look at each other. Fate. future. sacrifice. touch. the least bit. Divinity. Sturdy. Trial. award. relief. forgive. ——"1917"
Arrogance: Even if I close my eyes, I know he will choose me. But I don't want to open my eyes because I feel a little bored. Almost everyone has this kind of companion, even if they go to the toilet, they will call you. You bore him... but you also love him.
Retreat: That's his brother, not mine. Why can't I wait for a while? I just have to say a few words! I am afraid of death.
Tension: Can't retreat, then go. Dead horses, rotting corpses, decayed bones, mud pits, broken legs, and stabbed hands.
Curious: This is the territory of "their", the demons are no longer there, and the hell is empty. Who doesn't want to take a good look at hell?
Thriller: Trip wire! Rat! No!
Helpless: unable to see things, the belt in his hand is the only straw left by the world.
Despair: Don't you want to be buried? Do you trust him? Then jump! !
Grief: Why in God's name did you have to choose me! ? I even regretted being his friend for a moment.
Sharing: I changed the medallion. What I hate, I have to... wait a minute! He said. Cherry tree.
Gift: Moo...ThankGod! I am so lucky! ! In this kind of place, in this kind of time, what do I find? Ah ha ha.
Mercy: Save him! We are not Germans, we are British, and we want to save him.
Cruel: We are British, but we forgot, they are German.
Grief————
Brand: His ring. His picture. His mother. His letter.
Responsibility: his task. It's me.
Helping hand: I am not alone anymore. There is an army of ours. I once hoped that there would be more than two of us, but it doesn't matter anymore. Get in the car, boy.
Reinvigorating: My mission. I must go. His brother is there! There are still 1,600 people. Cart! ! Give me fucking carts! !
Focus: Take a deep breath...He is by the window on the second floor. I don't hate him, I want to kill him.
Lucky: I smashed my head, but he died first. God bless!
Courage: Darkness descends, which is even more terrifying darkness than the trench that is about to collapse. This time, my eyes still can't see anything, but I'm already... Ah, what is that? Like the day.
Escape: quickly! calm down! Move fast! Go in!
Facing each other: A French woman, can she understand what I'm saying? I don't understand what she said.
Fate: I understand. I understood another voice. That cow is not a gift from God. All this is as destined. Then and now, now and now.
Future: kid, hold my hand.
Sacrifice: Come on, I am fearless, take my life, devil! We make a deal.
Touch: They are there. It's them.
Million: The first wave of offense has already begun, it's too late! That's too late! That's too late!
Divinity: What the hell are you doing, Lance Corproal?! Run!
Sturdy: read letters. You must do this. You have no other choice. General. Here is my end point.
Trial: Will he follow suit? He... he did.
Reward: I crossed the finish line without any encouragement. I don't need any encouragement, I just hope his brother is still alive. Is he alive? He lives... It's better than everything, I won.
Relief: That tree, it has not been cut down, it has not been blown into black charcoal, it thrives and is lonely. I can sit down and take a break.
Forgiveness: I forgive you, I forgive myself, and I want to go home.
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