The movie I saw seven years ago, my favorite director at that time was Woody Allen. After watching this movie, I fell in love with David Lean, but then I forgot about it.
Tonight, it suddenly rose up, and it took more than two hours to find out the memory of the past.
In my memory, I vaguely thought that David Lean was an American director, but I didn't think he was a British director and one of the greatest directors in the world.
Because of this memory deviation, after a lot of hard work, I finally got it, and I don't forget it anymore, tears welling up in my eyes.
Like, for a small reason, a symbol, an image, a vague memory, although small and elegant, but also protracted and lingering...
Life is becoming more and more trivial, and contemplation has become extravagant. I hope that I can maintain a keen sense of touch and perceive the beauty of the world.
The older you get, the more interesting and important you feel. Stay sharp and express your desire to avoid aging.
The details of the movie are not much I can remember.
Because of regaining that long-lasting love, I will definitely revisit it.
Take this as a record.
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