It's been almost two months since I watched this movie. When I first watched it, I told my friends the main plot of the film, and I was complained that the story didn't sound like it was moving enough. She asked me what I liked about this cliché story. Was it because I admired the hero's 50-year-old heart that has not changed his mind than Jin Jian? Or feel that a lover is finally married after half a century? I can only deny them one by one, and then try to explain my feelings to a person who has not seen this movie in simple sentences as smooth as possible: What I see in this movie is calmness. If we look at every point in their life with a magnifying glass, we can only see that people are doing their best to pursue what they desire, and are ecstatic or frustrated, smiling and crying; but zooming out, more than fifty When the years are in full view, it is obvious that everyone just naturally lived out their destiny. It is this brisk and magical sense of destiny that makes me feel so relieved and so at ease.
She is the only daughter of a nouveau riche, and her father's ultimate wish is to let her marry a good family with status, so as not to humiliate her natural beauty and not waste his years of hard work. At the beginning of her love affair, she met a handsome young man, and Hongyan swore to eachother. She was taken away by her father for a few years, and the time passed and her affection faded, and when she saw him, she was no longer excited. Later, during her illness, she met a handsome elite doctor. Her father tried her best to match her husband and concubine. Everyone was happy. After marrying this man, she became a young woman, lived a good life, gave birth to a bunch of children, and met a sad husband. The infidelity was quickly resolved again, and she grew old with her husband who loved her very much. This is a normal and almost standard happy life belonging to a woman. It is warm and dull, comfortable but full of trivialities. The gorgeous robe is full of lice, but no one wants to take it off.
He was an illegitimate child from a poor background. His father, Mianhuasu Liu Jiazhi, died early, and only his mother lived in the family. Working as a small job as a telegraph worker, I fell in love at first sight with a wealthy woman by accident. Even if the other party gets married and has children, they are still in love; but although the mind is locked, the body is liberated. Although he has no intention of others, he frequently fascinates women because of his well-mannered demeanor and unpredictable mystery. If you stop in the place you want to think about, you will just wander in the thousands of other places. He experienced all kinds of women, wrote down their names, and when he pondered, he only confided his affection to the person he loved all his life in his heart. He is known as the lover, and the number of his bedmates has reached more than six hundred, and he still only loves her. This is the way of life of a man who is deformed to the marvelous, split to the extreme, but it has become self-contained. He shackles himself to false love, so that he can self-exile and revel between the most mysterious soul and the most real body. This paranoia is so complacent that it is completely forgotten.
Such two people, I think they are only suitable for traveling separately on the road of life. She should be a good and elegant wife, and he is a lover by nature. It is precisely because of being separated from the other party that this fateful self can be fulfilled—I think that when they look at each other with white hair, they probably always have some pride in their life. And gathering at this moment is to use the last twilight of this life to make up for the regrets left in the most youthful time of life; to use the last little time and strength of this life to achieve the last wish. I think that's pretty good. Those melancholy expressions, sad faces, painful heartbeats and tangled nightmares, were all forgiven; this life was finally connected in a circle, a complete period.
Love is probably a difficult thing to talk about. But fate drags life forward. So when I see it at the end, I just feel a sense of understanding: before we reach the same destination, there is no need to worry, we are living our own destiny, and marching calmly towards a common ending.
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