Between life and death, there is great terror.

Chandler 2022-01-27 08:02:48

The protagonist waded in the snow-white gauze with his wife and clothes in memory several times. The wife whispered softly: don't be afraid,,,,,, and then he suddenly sat up from the seat of the plane that was falling from the bumps and was buried after the fall. Waking up in the snow pit.... The

captain fell face down in the snow next to the wreckage of the plane, and kept reporting to the command center that the plane did not take off, and the code may have to be re-entered... .Then he was pulled back to reality by the protagonist... The

alpha wolf dispersed the wolves and left the protagonist, the last prey, to himself. The protagonist wrapped a broken glass bottle and a knife in his hand, remembering the only thing his father wrote when he was a child Past Poems:

Once more into the fray,
Into the last good fight I'll ever know;
Live and die on this day,
Live and die on this day

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And the snow is so beautiful.

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Extended Reading
  • Colleen 2022-03-22 09:01:31

    The tension is good, the uncle is working too hard. The plot is alright, but a little rough.

  • Merle 2022-04-24 07:01:04

    In the end, it was not clear why he wanted to commit suicide in the first place, just because he wanted his wife? The whole film is filled with an atmosphere of despair and horror. When I came out of the cinema at 12 o'clock, the roar of passers-by can start me.

The Grey quotes

  • Hendrick: Is that it? You're just gonna sit there? Is that what you want?

    Diaz: Yeah.

    Hendrick: After what we survived?

    Diaz: That's exactly why. What I got waiting for me back there? I'm gonna sit on a drill all day. Get drunk all night. That's my life. Turn around and look at that.

    [mountains]

    Diaz: I feel like that's all for me. How do I beat that. When will it ever be better? I can't explain it.

  • Ottway: My dad was not without love... but a cliched Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be. Drinker, brawler, all that stuff. Never shed a tear. Saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems... poetry. Reading them, quoting them. Probably thought it rounded him off, you know. His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. "Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."