The love of the composer of the bereavement of his daughter is complicated and deep. He not only makes up for the loss of his daughter, but also has feelings for youth and music composition. In fact, in the end, the beauty is the same. After all, he is a very beautiful person, and he is extremely beautiful.
Knowing that he is old and decadent, he uses dyed hair and powder to beautify, or to cover up the clamor of the years, and the beauty created by the god of nature is in sharp contrast with his falsehood. Let us Seeing this comparison, it more and more reflects the gap between them. It cannot be said that they, he and him, are not the same kind of people, no, there has always been only him and him, without their existence. His coverup became worthless in front of the teenager, and it could even be said to be a clown's behavior. The more youthful, the weaker, the more beautiful, the more ugly, finally made me sure that it was a kind of love rather than appreciation. The thing is, he beautifies himself because he is young, because of a very simple truth, a woman (ru) is the one who pleases himself. Who doesn't want to be nearly perfect in front of the one he loves, but he looks so ridiculous in front of that perfect boy. I think I have more sympathy and understanding for him. To love someone is to look at him from a distance, and it is enough to shelter him silently.
Even if it was a look, even if it didn't contain any information, it was already extravagant to him. That's right, the boy doesn't need to talk, he doesn't need to behave too much, and that perfect form just stands on the beach at sunset, isn't that enough? In the end, the dye flowing from the forehead is a mockery or self-deprecation, and it is a kind of sad beauty, so the film gives us not only a perfect enjoyment of the beauty of the appearance, but also a display of love for the composer, which is the real beauty. , Sad emotions, if you want to talk, you can't have emotions, and dedicate the beauty of love to your soul. I hate to call it love, because it cannot be easily classified as love.
It's not so much the soul of Venice, but rather the soul of Venus, the kind of beautiful Greek sculptural boy, dazzling, as dazzling and dazzling as looking at the sun in the backlight, it is shocking, we can't simply attribute it to love Such words, but the original worship and appreciation of beauty, that kind of thing that is not something that you want to take for yourself, maybe you once thought, but when you really see and feel it, you feel that it is impossible, so you really love him, Silently sheltered. In his eyes, it is always the beautiful body regardless of gender, which is only purely human, always so beautiful, and the real situation cannot be mixed with the aesthetic time in his eyes. Maybe it's just ordinary, just life, but it's already filthy. Desecrate this beauty, but when we are helpless, it has accelerated my fall, and I am willing to caress this beauty with my thinning soul.
In the end, he will always keep the boy, the stunner created by Venus, the Greek sculpture forever in his mind, the believer, the Greek god of beauty that stands forever.
The above comment was written two or three years ago when I was a little drunk. Thinking about it now, the film still emerges clearly, and sometimes I think about it. Hence some new insights.
The seemingly empty and suffocating young man is more like a metaphor for time and years. Time brings us such beauty once, but it can never be retained or touched. It is because of his beauty and ruthlessness that we continue to sigh with emotion. cherish. Rather than saying that he loves that beautiful young man, it is better to say that he is greedy for the youth that is gone forever, those youthful faces and beautiful health of the body. That composer is more like an unwilling woman who has been doing radio waves all day long to break uric acid. He loves this youth, this youth, this beauty, this time, but who hasn't grown old, including that young man, even if the once beautiful person is himself. It is because of this that this young man is so empty and shelled, and we still love him so much, and that is because his body is the noumenon. In front of the years, no matter how we hide it, we will still become ugly, and time shows off its magic on different people, contrasting our gradual decline to show its power. Maybe it's time, maybe it's the power of Venus, whatever, that's what love is all about.
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