I like this movie because of a song sung by Langsheng once by the lotus girl.
Remember this movie because of her poetic and beautiful soul. Seasons of Love
Three
Seasons Seasons of Harvest Girls and Poets Seasons of
Prostitutes and Coachmen Seasons of
American Veterans and Sellers A poor and small country is such a country, and its people are so honest and simple. In summer, the lotus pond, the poet of leprosy, the girl picking lotus.
"Women's fate is like raindrops / Some fall in the ditch / Some fall in the rich man's pond..." The lamentable songs of the old ladies of Caihe are repeated every day to a pool of white lotus flowers. "Who knows how many roots of rice are in the paddy fields/ How many bends in a river/ How many layers of clouds in the rainy season/ Who can sweep the leaves in the forest/ Who can command the wind..." And the girl's voice seemed to be cool The wind blew the depression that covered the poet's face. On this night, the owner of the lotus pond was sitting in a wheelchair. The lotus-picking girl held up the poem on the table "I would like to be a lotus flower in the pond / Make the day scented and poetic / In the wind to find the soul of my past life / Reflect my existence in this life" The poet whispers "This is my lost ten The last poem before the finger" "I will lend you my finger to write it" The Lotus Girl earnestly asked the poet. Then every night, the lotus girl came to the temple and used her hand to record the verse that flowed from the poet's heart "Though the moonlight is so dark / But I can't mourn the pale pond / I still find joy, I find it in pain / I Saw a rainbow in the fading moonlight / The words were like / The notes struck a chord / A light vibrated / The melody echoed in my abandoned heart "The poet told Ann" Sometimes I do I dreamed that my fingers grew out and the puffiness on my face disappeared. I dreamed that I took a dozen baskets of my most beautiful lotus flowers to the floating market when I was young. I rowed to those women, I sprinkled all the lotus flowers in the water, and the petals covered the water surface to form a white river. Until then, I finally returned to my hometown, released and purified. When I woke up, it was a dark night. It turned out to be just a dream, a dream that could never be realized. ".
One season, on the streets, prostitutes who frequently entered the hotel, relying on the coachman pulling the labor car.
She got into his car in order to escape the man's entanglement. She complained about the indecent guests and the hot weather, "Sometimes I really want to sleep on the big bed and turn on the air conditioner all night." She didn't expect that from the first time, everything she said would be taken into his heart by him. Every time she "gets off work", he waits to take her home. They became familiar with each other, but she was always proud and regarded his life world as dust and mud, and the sparkling world in the hotel was her vision. Sometimes, she would occasionally say, "When I wore long clothes to school, there were rows of flowers and trees near the school... When the flowers fell, if we were lucky, a boy would send us flowers, and we would put the petals in the book... ""You must get a lot of flowers." Her eyes were wistful, and she began to organize the money in her handbag. He asked her the price of the night, "50 dollars," she chuckled, "but I don't stay overnight with guests, do you want to introduce me to guests?" "Those people in the hotel, unlike us, don't walk or talk. Like. The sun only shines on them, not us, we live in their shadows...I will stay in that world in the future." Maybe he was too close, she said "Look at those people who come in and out of the hotel" , which one is like you?" "Do you want me to marry a tricycle driver?" She went out with those men in fancy dress, and he followed silently, seeing the humiliation and rejection that the world gave her behind her disguise. He took part in a tricycle race, got the prize and found her "I have $50." In the hotel suite, she impatiently started undressing "Will you fix it now?" But he begged her to wash off the powder and put on the pajamas he gave him In the girl-next-door pajamas, her expression became serious and she fell silent. He opened the curtains, and on the windowpane in the dark night was their reflection, a clean her. Like a first love, he approached her for fear of blasphemy, "I just want to watch you sleep." For the first time, she fell asleep peacefully in an air-conditioned room. When she was awakened by the morning light, he had already left. She was running away, and he went to her neighborhood to find her, a railroad track passing neatly, making life in the dilapidated building seem desolate and fragile. He asked to live again 'you gave me more than you could imagine. " she replied "don't give me what I can't bear" . She collapsed from heat stroke. When he was scraping for her, she took his hand when he was about to leave.
A season, looking for, a retired American veteran, a little boy who sells goods.
Maybe people are destined to find something after birth, because they keep losing.
Every afternoon, on a reclining chair, a retired American soldier looks thoughtfully at the restaurant opposite. Every night, in the noisy bar, a little boy who uses a plastic sheet as a raincoat and wears a small cargo box around his neck says to every passing guest, "buy some, buy some". The American veteran's daughter was lost, and the little boy's box was lost. The veteran is looking and waiting, the little boy is looking and insisting. During this process, it has been raining, just like the gloom in everyone's heart. When the veteran saw his daughter accompanying the guests, the whine in his eyes made people feel the cruelty of reality. Finally, the veteran and his daughter sat together one afternoon. The veteran gave his daughter a bouquet of white lotus flowers, which were so pure. And what about the little boy? Did he find what he lost? Yes, on a rainy day in a game, he found it, and he also found another person to care for.
A beautiful mangrove forest like a fairy tale, red leaves fluttering everywhere, the coachman pulls his beloved woman, the woman wears a white dress, like the white dress she wore when she was a student, without makeup, she walked into the woods, turned back suddenly, I saw She is like a pure girl. The coachman handed her a book and said "With this you don't have to force a smile anymore". The woman smiled.
The old poet eventually passed away due to old age. Following the dream that the poet confided to her, the lotus-picking girl rowed a boat full of the poet's lotus flowers to the floating market in his hometown where he longed for. waterway.
"How much rain will it take to fill the ocean with tears / How many years will it take for the moon to grow old / At midnight, the moon is waiting nearby / The one who stole my heart / I will always sing a song of joy." the psalmist told Girl, this song was sung by the women in the floating market when he was young, "I was so innocent and beautiful at that time".
Love for three seasons.
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