There are many gardens in the world, only it will impress me

Garett 2022-03-23 09:02:41

This is a story about love.
It made me take a roller coaster ride.
At first, it was dark yellow and gloomy, and every minute and every second of the picture was filled with a gloomy chill, so cold that it was only the snot that did not participate. In an instant, I had the idea of ​​turning off the player. Fortunately, I stopped in time. I chose to watch it with patience. Suddenly, I don't know from which second, the birds chirped, smelled the fragrance of flowers, saw the flowers in full bloom, and everything was so prosperous. The ending is colorful and clear, revealing bright warmth all the time. So much so that I grinned, and I couldn't help it, like I just had a sweet dream before I woke up in the morning, and I felt like I stretched and didn't want to wake up. Maybe, you will think the plot is very old-fashioned, but I really want to give it a thousand and two percent.
There is nothing more to thank than the few young actors, who are born for the role, either with the arrogance of a young master or a young lady, or with the gentleness of a maid and a servant, acting is easy for them. Even the magical robin in the play has a human-like spirituality and can always help at critical moments.
Playing it seems to be playing my own childhood. Once there was such a garden in my memory castle. The golden sunshine, the dreamy woods, a few sympathetic partners, a worry-free time to recall a lifetime. There are many gardens in the world, only it can impress me. Long after this, the theme song "Winter Light" by Linda Ronstadt was my best lullaby. The true expression of the song gives people the original touch. "Star glowing in the twilight,tell me true,hope whispers and I will follow,till you love me too,ah ah ah..."

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The Secret Garden quotes

  • Colin: I'm master of this house while my father is away.

    Mary: Your father? He's my uncle. Nobody told me he had a son.

    Colin: Come here. What's your name?

    Mary: Mary Lennox.

    Colin: I'm Colin Craven.

    Mary: Our mothers were sisters. Twins.

    Colin: Twins? Nobody told me she had a twin. Fluff the pillows for me, Cousin Mary.

    Mary: What?

    Colin: The covers on this bed are all twisted.

    Mary: Well, I don't know what to do about it. I'll call Mrs. Medlock.

    Colin: No! She'll be mad if she finds you in here.

  • Colin: See, that's a picture of my mother.

    Mary: Why do you keep a curtain over her?

    Colin: My father doesn't like to see it. I don't look like her at all. But *you*, you look like her. She smiles too much.

    Mary: Smiles too much? How can anybody smile too much?

    Colin: Sometimes I hate her. She died when I was born.

    Mary: But I thought she died in her garden.

    Colin: Her garden? What garden?

    Mary: Oh, just a garden. There are so many of them here.