"I can love you, after the material, the worldly, the embrace, in the ups and downs of repeated reconciliation, in the grass, in the silk lake. The opposite world is a better world, so life can no longer be the carrier of love, so When it's all over, we'll be together." A romantic fantasy that can be all about sensibility. There is no need to talk about the opposition of political positions, the love and separation entanglements that fall into the clichés, the regret of going to die for love, and the regret of getting it. The love of the hero and heroine is a wonderful madness (a kind of intuition when ecstatic), and it is frightening to peep behind the scenes. Originating from a kind of indecision and bleak management when the concept is not yet mature, it is opposed and intertwined with the love of the worldly lover who has opened up and realized the righteousness. In short, a love beyond realism, time and space, and rationality. The most intense, the worst, and at the same time the purest and noblest love exists in this contemplation. Not a quality, but an effect—in short, just some kind of intense and pure spiritual sublimation (here the soul is the soul, not the mind), and the sensitive soul bursts into tears. Universal values and judgments are irrelevant. Responsibility, commitment, and the modesty of the human community can be left behind. Aside from the stunning pictures and the more deliberate plot arrangement, the story can be regarded as a two-way rush worthy of admiration.
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