A long time ago, when I was in elementary school, I watched Liang Yusheng's "Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains". To this day, I can still clearly remember the names of the people inside. It's really not easy. Three generations of master and apprentice, practicing neon clothes, flying red scarves, and Yi Lanzhu. It's all about the poor beauty and whiteness. It is also extremely sad to be trapped by love to such a degree.
The whole play is full of night scenes, no sunlight, dark blues. In the fashion design, I saw Wada Emi's name. However, compared with "Heroes", I always feel that one is real and the other is false, and the beauty is different.
Moonlight is separated from people, misunderstood and reborn, one good and one evil, and a tragic ending has long been doomed.
Leslie Cheung's Zhuo Yihang always makes people feel like Linghu Chong, and his cynicism reveals the mood of death. Lack of heroism.
And Brigitte Lin has both the evil spirit of a wolf girl and the softness of practicing Nishang as a woman. After bathing in the water for a while, the ivy on the stone wall, the waves and shadows, and the long hair lift up the cascading water droplets, and there are thousands of amorous feelings in one look. But the corners of his eyes and brows can go from sweet and flawless to murderous cold in a moment.
Really beautiful.
Another favorite character is actually the devil Ji Wushuang. Only because of his (her) same tragic fate. The sister and brother have been united for decades, and outsiders see it as a monster. But in reality, they were just two poor people who could only sleep on their side for a lifetime. There is love in my heart but I can't love it. In addition to hatred, no other feelings can breed. Among them, "he" has been in love with practicing Nishang for more than ten years, but he can never get it.
He could only stab himself with a knife when no one was there.
That scene was really terrifying. He slept with his back to her.
She - only I am the one you can't lose.
He—the most asshole is you! Why follow me, I don't want you. I want a wolf girl.
She- can you leave me out? No one will want you, you see what you look like.
The bright red quilt flew up, the light interlaced, and the two naked bodies were connected by flesh and blood on their backs. There was a low, painful sound in his throat.
I really like Wu Zhenyu so much. His despairing pale eyes were too suitable for Ji Wushuang.
And at the last moment, in a single thought, he couldn't help killing Lian Nishang, and Zhuo Yihang finally separated him and her with a sword.
The blood danced like a dance, and the conjoined body was separated at this moment for decades, and he and she could finally meet each other face to face.
She said - little brother, you still can't pass your own level in the end.
He was lying on the ground and said - it turns out that it is really comfortable to lie down like this.
I feel pain in my heart, who can say that this situation is not related to Fengyue? Same tragic fate.
And Zhuo Yihang and Lian Nishang, lovers cannot get married in the end.
He - why are you doing this?
She—are you following me?
Who is right? A sword was stabbed, and her eyes were filled with sorrow - why don't you believe me, I hate people not believing me the most.
The two eyes looked at each other, but how much has been missed during the period.
That kind of tenderness and tiredness in the past, each other's sworn alliance, I struggled to get out of the demon sect with remorse and pain, and the past hurriedly passed before my eyes, and I can no longer return to the past inseparable, and can no longer retire to the world.
So it's like this - all over the head, all black hair turned into white hair overnight. The rosy face is not old and the heart will die first.
It's like this - the ten years in October are vast, and even if the Utan flower blooms, it can save the gray hair, but will the nun dress in his heart still be alive?
Hate this life and resent this night who said love is so hard to
hate, love is inseparable, the red face and white hair are more dazzling
, the past and the future have it in one night, isn't this not in love until the white head
I hope I will believe that breaking up when we are lingering can make me Alleviate the guilt
If I owe this night in my life, who said that love is so hard to
hate? Love can't be separated, red face, white hair, even brighter
, burning, and love can't be burned through.
——The words of Leslie Cheung and Lin Xi in "Beautiful Face and White Hair"
are still exquisite and impeccable.
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