If Alsa doesn't have a cruise ship to take the heroine out to relax, is there a chance for them to really open up and get to bed?
Can you imagine a poor old man standing on a crutch, walking to the private garden of a big mansion, and saying to a rich old lady, "I've been waiting for you all my life"? It's almost like an old man in a lunatic asylum playing around.
It is estimated that this kid Marquez also thinks that writing this way is too insulting to the reader's IQ. So he turned a poor boy who flipped telegrams into a ship king. The identities are equal, the material life is equal, and the two bodies have more of the same experience in this time and space, so that they can talk about "love" on the same level.
Therefore, this movie tells us: love is a pampered animal, as long as you have money, you will have to wait for it all your life. If you don't have money, don't talk nonsense about love. Even if you have nine lives like a cat, you can't wait for the person you want.
The above shows how realistic this novel (movie) is! No wonder the author also said it was "serious".
If the film is really talking about love, at 30% off the artistic value, it should at least end like this: the heroine still fails to promise to be with Alsa after her husband's death. And Arsa still insisted on his wait until he died.
This is fucking love. Love is not getting, not OOXX, love is just a thought in the heart, it is love itself, and has nothing to do with others.
"Grace"? What is elegance? I personally feel that elegance is used to describe sexual positions. And sex is not love.
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