This American female writer named Frances, with a double blow in career and love, came to this strange but warm beautiful town alone to relax. She leaned against the ancient burgundy wall with bright spots and looked at the happy people passing by; she wrote, "The market streets here are like flowing feasts, and people are all guests; life here is leisurely and comfortable, making People can't help but snicker; even if you eat a ripe grape, the purple sweetness will burst in your mouth, and it even smells purple." At that time, she probably didn't think about it. , itself a purple grape surrounded by the warm Mediterranean sun.
But fate is always so magical, and life plays a big joke on us here. Either by chance or impulse, Frances bought it, and led 4 kind and interesting Poles to start the huge project of repairing this old house, as if repairing the life that he had been hurt in the past. Facing this big house, she also encountered troubles big and small. For example, lightning struck her washing machine, an owl stood on the bedside for no reason, and a snake suddenly got into the room... Life kept creating trouble for her, constantly Want to knock her down and drive her crazy. At this time, her real estate agent, a peaceful and simple Italian man, told her a story. He told her that, between Italy and Austria, a part of the Alps called the Simerin Mountains, before the trains, had been built at the highest point of the steep mountains to cross the Alps, connecting Vienna and Venice, because They believe that the train will come one day. So, she learned to wait bravely, and learned to raise her head and embrace the sun.
Frances also met her romantic love, meeting an amorous prince on the bronze streets of Rome. That love was very Italian, with the most tacit beginning and the sweetest process, but the ending was not the inhumanity of the prince and the princess, but disappeared like a bubble. An Italian woman who loves ice cream, nostalgia for movie plots, and often wears an exaggerated goose down hat told her that no matter what happens, she must hold a pure heart. So she learned to face it frankly, and learned to hold her head high with a smile on her face.
Frances' little dream in this old house is to have a wedding here, have a family of her own, and cook for one person. God saw her hard work and fulfilled this beautiful wish. She witnessed the young and flamboyant love between the neighbor's daughter and the Polish boy, and held the wedding in her beautiful manor; she had a home with her best friend and their lovely baby; she gave her warm and sincere Polish friend to her. They showed off her superb Italian cooking skills, eating and chatting happily around a long table covered with linen tablecloths. This orange fairy tale that happened in Bramasole is so joyful that even the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of grape pie, and it is so warm that even the sunshine is filled with pleasant and pleasant melody.
At the end of the movie, the water faucet in the old house that has been dry all the time is also rushing out. Frances stepped on the water with bare feet, smiling so happily. A new life has finally begun again, and it is filled with the power of an endless stream of hope.
In the last scene of the movie, there is a red train coming slowly in the warm light, can you see, our train is coming. And what we have to do is to live seriously, smile happily, and quietly wait for happiness to come.
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