memory across time

(Voiceover) "He was right there, sitting far behind the car, the vaguely visible figure was still and his heart was shattered. She was leaning against the rail of the boat, as if she had met for the first time, and she knew he was looking at her. , she also looked at him. In fact, she could no longer see him, but she still looked at the black shadow of the car, and finally she could no longer see anything. First, the harbour was getting far away, and then the land disappeared. One night, when crossing the Indian Ocean, In the hall of the main warehouse, Chopin's waltz suddenly floated. There was no wind at that time. The music spread to every corner of the ship, like the connection between heaven and some unknown things, and it was like an order from God. The meaning is incredible. She cried because she thought of the man, her lover, and suddenly she was no longer sure if she loved him, the kind of love she had never seen, because it was long gone from the story. Like The water in the sand disappears in the music of the night." The girl left Vietnam and went to Paris. No matter what she went through, the love of her life was gone.

Marguerite Duras's narrative is whisper soft, but the old slow voice is full of pathetic tension and psychedelic time and space.

On a ferry on the Mekong River in Vietnam, a 15-year-old Caucasian girl met China's Kuo Shao. She stood on the deck in a distinctive way: in a silk shirt with a low neckline, a thin belt around her waist, cheap gold-trimmed shoes on her feet, two braids, and dark red lipstick. The dark rose hat made him pay attention to her. He spoke to her timidly, asked her if she smoked, and then kept saying she was beautiful, a beautiful white girl who could wear any hat. He asked her to take his car and took her back to Shalek's boarding school. Inside the closed car, full of sultry Vietnamese atmosphere and flowing eroticism, he stroked her hand, and she was very calm.

Afterwards, he finally led her into a dark apartment, one with shutters surrounded by a noisy market. There is a decadent smell in the room, and time passes through the shutters. The sound of the city was close at hand, and it seemed that the rubbing of the shutters could be heard, and she caressed him in the flowing sound, like the tide of the sea, receding and rolling back, back and forth. She asked him to do it again, and again, and he did that. He whispered to her: In the future, you will remember this afternoon for the rest of your life. Although you will even forget my face, forget my name. When the girl walked out of the room, she found herself old.


It is destined to be a love affair with no end. The man follows his father's order to marry and the girl returns to France.


More than half a century has passed, and women have gone through several marriages, writing, and aging. One day, she heard his voice on the phone. He was as timid as ever, and suddenly, his voice trembled, he said, as before, he still loved her, he couldn't help but love her, he said he loved her until he died.



The rhythm of the film is slow and peaceful, and the perfect nudes of Leung Ka Fai and Marsh are intertwined in the interlacing of light and shadow...Noisy and quiet, passion and calm, splendor and silence... If such nude scenes are for selling points, then I prefer to believe that people should An unforgettable passion of a lifetime.

I like Duras because it is a personal emotion, irreplaceable. The 70-year-old Duras drank to the point where he couldn't help himself. The last and longest lover in her life, Yang, came to her side to take care of her. So Duras wrote in the arms of his lover Yang, an immortal work in memory of another 15-year-old lover. After Duras died, Yang also left quietly. Duras has had many lovers in her life, but this 15-year-old love holds a special place in her heart, she once said: "He has eclipsed other loves in my life, including those open and conjugal love. In this kind of love there is even something that is physically inexhaustible."

Time never seals the dust. Like a whisper in my ear, describing that gorgeous and decadent afternoon.

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