"When you are by the sea, especially when you are painting by the sea, when you paint 'little dust', please remember me, oh my little dust, please write my name on the painting, so that it will be passed on forever. "The whole story is inspired by this little poem. Two souls who are suitable for love are destined to encounter a fruitless love in the chaotic era. I am very sad for Federigo, as if the artistic conception is deeper than the image, the poet's love is pure and difficult than the painter's love. But whoever faces the mysterious and enchanting Dali will fall, no matter male or female. No wonder Dali, his outstanding talent gave him the ability to indulge, seemingly willful going in and out of love, stimulating the audience's senses and souls like an aphrodisiac.
It was an era when liberalism was rampant. Anyone could clamor for freedom. To put it bluntly, it was just for their own little loneliness. It's just that the vulgar ones follow the wind and shout slogans to pursue dreams that they don't even know about, while the noble ones are more concerned about the national concept and social morality, worrying about the country and the people. The ending of Federico is foreshadowed early in the film. His profound understanding of death needs to be sublimated by his practice, but it is just to mention that I hate politics the most, which makes me feel more sad for Federer and abandon the age. They could have loved purely and decisively. But knowing that it is impossible, because the object is Dali.
For some reason, I cried when I saw Dalí, who frantically graffitied on the canvas and tried to blend into the painting. The story he told was inevitably biased based on his own memory, but I just cried for his heartbreak. As Yi Shu said, "So deep in love, but hard to tell. It turns out that if you really love someone and your heart is sour, you will be speechless." If it wasn't for his own life coming to an end, Dalí would never let himself be like this. Section affectionately. In my imagination, I saw his melancholy face from his peerless dust, just like his brave saying "Come on" at the end, he plays a different Salvador every day. That mighty fragility and brittleness, no, it was ashes.
I felt that Federico died properly, and used his "death of revolutionary value" at the same time to cast a love tombstone of Dali. The epitaph reads: My willful charm attracts the final white flower, and saves it for you, my broken love. Burned to ashes in the end...
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