I like this charming man.
For this world, he has never existed, but for life itself, he has lived for decades. To the creatures on land, he is like the legendary beluga whale. For the sea, he is the most pious and pure child, and there is a vast ocean in a small body. He exists in the memory of people at the bottom and in the legends of the upper class. In the end, he was finally forgotten by everyone. There is only an unnamed song and a story that proves that he has been here.
This is a story within a story.
In the story, he was abandoned in the first-class cabin, adopted by the workers, without any birth certificate, until his death, and there is no evidence of his existence in the world in the story.
And the story in the story is that the story itself is the story, not the truth. No matter what time and space it is in, 1900 is like a comet, once watched and looked up by people, and finally disappeared into the vast darkness, eternal life, or eternal silence.
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But for me, he will live in my life forever, until death strips my memory.
I like this guy. I like the ordinaryness he left in the crowd, and notice his extraordinaryness in the future. I have never been able to have a feeling of admiration for the glorious type. I like 1900. I like him and his music. It flows into my heart silently, no matter how dry the land is. oasis.
I like such gentle people.
This world will probably never find such a person again. His world is so small and there is only one ship, but there are so many passengers in his life, all kinds of people. He has been in the upper class for many years, so he behaves as a gentleman and talks elegantly, but the people at the bottom are the group he has been in contact with since birth, so he is vulgar and casual. He has seen too many desires and sufferings in the world, but he has not experienced the pain of love. All human emotions are light poems to him. No matter what kind of rhetoric, he can use the most objective and rational attitude. read out. He is good at reading people's hearts, but his heart is blank. Every journey is the ultimate hustle and bustle, and every exit is the ultimate loneliness and loneliness.
There will be no such person in this world: the innocence of a child, the vicissitudes of an old man, and the innumerable, contradictory and harmonious existence of the same person regardless of world events and reading people. Whenever he looks at you with those eyes, he will get lost in it. Those eyes seem to contain cosmic stars, with a quiet and ancient beauty.
He is an elegant pianist, playing the heaven-sent movement together with the sea; he is a keen elf who can decipher the secrets in everyone's heart; he is still a troublemaker, because he is well-loved, so he has no fear of trouble; he is still A happy friend, all the pleasant rhythms can flow under his fingers... He has so many identities, but he still can't figure out what kind of person he is. Like an angel who fell into the mortal world, destined to be dazzling, but incompatible with the mortal. This is probably the characteristic of all geniuses. They observe the world with different eyes from us, and they are more able to listen to and perceive the most subtle beauty of the world, how shocking and magnificent it is.
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The only love in his life, like his music, disappeared in the end, like the ripples blown by the breeze in the historical lake, spread circle after circle, and finally returned to calm. This kind of love is not thrilling, nor is it fiery and crazy, it is just a period of staring and a small conversation, but it seems to have exhausted all the energy of a lifetime to fall in love. Whether it's Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, or Romeo and Juliet, this kind of love is no less than the two. That kind of calm sadness hits the most painful part of my heart, I want to cry, but there are no tears, because my heart can no longer perceive emotions, it looks like it is broken, and we are the bystanders, imagining how painful the broken moment will be. .
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I like the tone of the movie very much. The 2 hours is not like reading a story, but more like listening to a poem. 1900's description of the fog made me suddenly realize how important the ability to perceive beauty is. Those annoying fogs came out of his mouth, but they had an oil painting-like texture, waving with a gentle breath. They came from more than a hundred years ago. When describing beautiful things in 1900, they were as sweet and sultry as the first kiss. . He is not only a pianist, but also a poet, a philosopher, and a mind-reading fairy. He drifted with the waves on the sea, unrestrained and happy, every time he landed on the shore, it was like a dance music came to an abrupt end, and the sudden clanging sound of the pause could not hold back a moment of joy.
In the part of using the piano to read people's hearts, the combination of characters, music and description is seamless. The woman who smokes has an expressionless face, with a faint hint of ferocity; the man who is hurt by love has the same face as the image in the oil painting, and the expression is really impressive; and the stowaways, like a funny clown, Tango danced in the seemingly solemn hall...
When standing on the gangway, the hometown is behind and the distance is in front of you. On one side, there is smoke, white birds hovering, high-rise buildings, and the city is like a ferocious monster with claws and claws. Here, there is no freedom from now on. The other side is just the sea, the boat, the waves rolled up the white water, the boat is like a baby in a cradle, comfortable and stable, that is freedom and randomness. 1900 took off his hat, threw it in a spin, and finally landed on the sea. I think this action expressed "the respect of the first meeting and the wave of resolute departure." He still didn't set foot on that land, because his inner feelings Peace is more important than everything, everything.
At the end, the Virginian ship, which once carried countless American dreams, floated alone on the sea, and there were hands in the cabin, dry and hard, playing the keys that did not exist. It was the song about love. s song.
Since I saw you for the first time, I can no longer turn my eyes away. Your beauty is cold and mysterious, as dreamy and blurred as the tears of a mermaid. It seems to be within reach, and it seems to be broken when touched, I only dare to follow you with my eyes, perform clumsy exercises in the mirror, but there is still a kiss, a kiss that I can't help, reminding me that in my life, I have also worked hard for love .
In the sky of fire, in the sound of explosions, my love finally ended in one, it never betrayed, never stopped, until the last moment of life. I am not alone because I am with you.
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In this life, should we live like 1900 or live like a trumpeter? Whether it should be a brilliant life or a peaceful death. Is the satisfaction of the spiritual world more important, or the continuation of life is more important. 1900 is like an ideal, an ideal that our hearts yearn for but never dare to step out of easily. Because some people have interpreted the profound meaning of life, they are even more ashamed of themselves. But even in the dark, we will still look up at the lighthouse, the ideal will always stand "not far away," but we are not proud enough to decide.
Those sorrows make people understand the preciousness of happiness, those loneliness make people understand the joy of liveliness, those partings make people cherish the reunion, and those regrets make people understand the value of "now possessing". All incompleteness and incompleteness remind us that we are living in happiness, light and darkness, right and wrong, black and white, because things have opposites, so that people understand that life itself is happy because of misfortune.
I can't imagine myself falling in love with such a person, and when I fell in love with him, he was dead. The most beautiful emotion in the world is the elusive.
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