Love for three seasons.
belong to the past season.
belongs to the current season.
is the season to come.
In the first minute I saw the last second, such thoughts jumped out more than once.
If even the years are not magnanimous, what can make us happy again?
Say goodbye, can't see you.
Say goodbye and see you again.
The American soldier and his woman in Vietnam belong to the past. I can't remember if he explained those past events through his memories in the film. What I remember in a trance is that he said that people will make many mistakes in their lives, so I am It is not possible to guess that there has been an affair here. It should have been in love, not just self-blame. But this love is a thing of the past. Who really wants to care about it. The girl in the mood that the American soldier was trying to clarify understands that a bunch of white lotus represents all the knots in the past. And the GI wants to end it. He searched and searched, just to ask if he could. You see, this is a fresh white lotus that was just picked this morning with an elegant fragrance. It is very beautiful. I don't know if this will make everyone happy.
And no one knows that people's perception of their surroundings is indifferent and compassionate to all things, and it is usually through others to perceive their own pain. It's like an American soldier who is lonely and numb at a banquet where prostitutes light cigarettes, deliver food, wipe their mouths, and rub their shoulders, but suddenly burst into tears, that's because she found her daughter, and she But became a prostitute. So he cried, he felt as if he had been raped countless times over the years.
The "past" will end because the "now" is already being performed.
I deliberately didn't say staged, I said it was staged. For things that are beautiful or super-beautiful, I think it's a play. Maybe Annie would change the word. She called it a hallucination.
In addition to the confusion about who the director is, I also wondered what the rain-like flowers and trees in the film on the poster were. Some said it was a maple tree, some said it was kapok, and some said it was a phoenix tree. To me, I don't want to say it's a maple tree, I think it's too sad, and I don't want to admit it's a phoenix, I think it's too brilliant, even though the flower language of the phoenix flower is that parting is sad enough, I just think it's kapok. , it sounds soft, I just want to catch that little tenderness and heat.
Three seasons, but the director only carried a woman named Lian to carry the three seasons of love. He pity her, he wants to leave some warmth and even heat to the world, the white lotus disappears, and the red lotus blooms.
It turned out that the flower language of kapok is to cherish the people around you. Open your eyes to see clearly, Lian, from now on you will be a person who can look at the world with dignity.
As for the prize money won in the tricycle race and the scene where the driver man and Lian spend a peaceful night together, I am not surprised but feel at ease. He did not seize her body in order to make his dream come true. Who knows that How many overtones are in the firm words of shaking their heads and pleading: What you mean to me you won't know. Lian, this woman has struggled, compromised, unwilling, cold-eyed, smiling, he has seen her look with heavy makeup, he remembers her appearance with faded splendor, she said, please don't make me helpless. At that moment, how much I liked her. If it were me in that situation, I don't know how much I would have died or would have fallen into it. It's not that self-abuse applies the tragic life to oneself, it's just to give an example, and this somewhat unbearable life is too embarrassing to drag others to apply.
Be gentle when you can be gentle, and be hard when you should be hard. It is also a cautionary lesson. I cannot learn it, but I am happy to spread it.
His thoughts were pulled far, far away, and he remembered her words.
If you are lucky, there will be a boy who will send you flowers, and you will tuck the petals in the book. I can clearly see the red petals in the book, you must see it more clearly than me, I am fortunate to see your happiness in this world, that old book with kapok in it, there is no fragrance of perfume in it, all It is the love that melts in the palm of the driver's hand for you.
The next story, I thought it belonged only to the future.
Whether it's the song "Women's fate is like raindrops. Some fall into black ditches, some fall into golden ponds..." or the unintentional humming of the lotus girl named Xin: Does anyone know how many rice fields there are? How many bay streams does the river have? How many cloud layers does a cloud have? Who can sweep the leaves from the forest? Who can call Feng'er... These are all things in the future.
The lotus-picking woman walked into the temple, and the leprosy poet picked up his poetry again. Those scattered poems did not scatter with the poet's departure. Just like the woman's firm belief, the poet's words will not be without bosom friends. And these can only be left to the future. People today know that it is not a poet but a lotus pond owner who died. And in the end we don't know what the girl named Xin said when she turned around and looked back, there was only one thing, what would it be.
Unknown emotions slowly flowed into my blood vessels with uneven thickness, diluting the anxious and sticky blood, and making me calm.
Yes, I don't know, and I don't admit that I don't, I just say that it belongs to the future.
And I know, the three seasons of love is not just three seasons.
The last season belongs to the past, to the present, and to the future.
Only children are given such extravagant rewards. The wandering child Woody does not participate, but he sees it from beginning to end. He does not need to truly understand every life, but he has such a right , even I can say that he has such power, he found the lost small wooden box, and also found the people who care about him.
And middle-aged men like American soldiers who have heavy self-blame in the past have no present or future to speak of. And poor young men and women like Lian and the coachman have no past or future to look back and look forward to. And the savage poet who is stubborn, has lost the past and can linger in the present.
I don't care if it's paranoid or not, and I don't care if it's cruel. Lost is lost. I just prefer to be sober and clear, while I'm still brave.
That lotus-picking girl named Xin, what I envy is just your calm state of mind, from a place you don’t know, to a distant view on a boat on the water of the Mekong River, from humming inadvertently to writing words willingly, From singing at the bedside in tears to speaking your faith with a poetry book in hand. You are all the same calm, you will not be stretched, you will not be uncomfortable, you will not think about being unhappy.
Even if you say it, the poet's words will not be without bosom friends. So what.
You will never be that bosom friend, you are just the right listener, and you don't want to fight for the title of bosom friend, you are happy to be free. Work hard to please yourself, that's you.
Love for three seasons.
At this point, I think it's complete.
If even the years are not magnanimous, what can make us happy again?
Say goodbye, can't see you.
Say goodbye and see you again.
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