She said that most of the movies that you like without watching are mostly because you have read the introduction or know the name in other articles. I said, there is another reason, sometimes, I see posters, or the covers of discs, such as "The End of Love", such as "Forgetful Season".
Another translation of "Love Season" is "Love Three Seasons". The DVD cover is a road with a white house at the end. There are many trees on both sides of the road - some people say that it is a maple tree, but I firmly believe that it is kapok. In the middle of the road, a woman in white, looking up at the falling petals, stretched out her arms. That is Vietnam, another country, another life, but there is a faint familiar atmosphere.
Mr. Du lives alone in a gloomy big house in the middle of the lake. Mr. Du is a poet, with a broken finger and suffering from leprosy. Mr. Du is famous for his white lotus flowers. Every day, girl Xin walks the streets of the city with a bamboo basket. Lotus, fresh white lotus..." Xin sits on a small canoe to pick lotuses in the lake, the lotus flowers are spread layer upon layer to the sky, there is a pool of water rolling on the lotus leaves, and the lake is rippling with a violet-colored mist, such as In the evening photo, the moon is dizzy, and the fragrance is floating. The fresh and tender singing of the girl broke the rhythm of the old songs of the lotus-picking women, and passed the gloomy mansion in the middle of the lake. Mr. Du, who had broken his finger, began to write poetry again. Xin was his finger.
It's just that fewer and fewer people like fresh white lotuses, and more and more people are holding plastic lotuses that don't wilt.
The prostitute Lian works in the hotel and walks out every day. She kisses the guests affectionately goodbye. Lian said, "Have you seen the high-rise buildings in this city? The people inside live in another world, their taste, their life, their splendor will continue to expand with the increase of high-rise buildings. One day, I will live like them."
The tricycle driver with the baseball cap is either reading an old book or waiting for Lian outside the hotel, no matter which hotel Lian changes to. When the night fell, he carried his beloved woman across the arch bridge under the curtain of the night. On the street where the light and darkness fell, he listened to Lian's words. Do you have any cigarettes or drinks? What are you doing alive? woman? He had a dream, he saved money, participated in the tricycle race, won the championship prize, he saved enough 500,000 dongs to spend the night with Lian, he just watched Lian put on the new clothes he bought and sleep on the big bed in the hotel Go... He still wants to find her, even though Lian said, I don't need you, she got into a taxi with a guest, was pushed out, and fell on the side of the road.
There are other stories, the homeless Woody lost his sales box, an American veteran came to find his daughter. I don't understand why the movie is called "Three Seasons of Love", it was a hot summer, the air was sticky and flowing in dirty alleys, dilapidated old houses, splendid hotels, that summer in Vietnam was like our summer, there was desire , boundaries, golden ponds and black ditches, with lotus flowers, short-lived poems, and, dreams.
Director Pei Toni is Vietnamese. He came to the United States when he was 2 years old. His father ran a video rental shop. He gave all of his childhood to the sound, light and image. Hate Quentin Tarantino. That is also one of my dreams, to open a DVD rental store, in the dark river of life, those movies nourish us, bring hope and warmth, like waves on the water, white lotuses on the waves.
Soon, autumn came, and the autumn in the movie started in the music, a very oriental song, I heard the prelude of the huqin.
The tricycle driver took his beloved woman to the road, gently lifted the red cloth that was blindfolded, the prostitute in white washed away the lead, the kapok fluttered in the sky like red rain, she is the dream of all men The woman is the white lotus flower blooming in the wind, pure and fresh.
When the lotus blooms, the poet returns.
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