Equivalent exchange

Lilyan 2022-03-25 09:01:16

The French girl in the colony is as tender as a morning peony, but she is not innocent at all. This year-end love is based on the older Chinese men's physical obsession with "Western" girls and the girls coveting Chinese men's money On top of the status, the article uses the method of stealing concepts to describe the breakthrough of "racial boundaries". However, the whole family of girls and girls from impoverished families can't be more detailed in depicting the "racial discrimination" that men are Chinese, not to mention The first time they met, they went up and down... This classic is just a glorified autobiography, which is acceptable as an erotic novel, but it was mistakenly turned into a "love classic"... … So beautiful, two stars for the camera and the actors

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Extended Reading
  • Dock 2022-03-20 09:02:26

    The blending of different civilizations will always produce another wonderful civilization. Like many Japanese animation works, the mutual penetration of worldview values ​​makes them attractive.

  • Zita 2022-03-17 09:01:06

    Every time I watch this movie, I want to go to Vietnam to see the Mekong River.

The Lover quotes

  • Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."

  • Narrator: Dusk one evening on board ship, crossing the Indian Ocean under the luminous sky. Suddenly the sound of a Chopin waltz came bursting out from the main lounge. I had tried to play it for months without success. That's why I gave up the piano. There wasn't a breath of wind and the music pervaded the whole ship. I stood up as if to go and throw myself into the sea. Then I did weep because I had thought of my Chinese lover, and I was suddenly not sure that I hadn't been in love with him after all, with a love I hadn't been able to see because it had become lost in the tide of events, like water seeping through sand. Thanks to that music, spreading over the sea and filling the calmest night I have ever known, I could see my love for him for the first time.