The high-necked cheongsam, the tailored cut at the shoulders outlines the beauty and loneliness of a woman, the high slits, the slender ankles, the black high-heeled shoes, and not much embellishment. This is an era when desire is just budding. Dim lights are scattered in the clamor at the alley, the tapping of heels, the lingering sound of fingers interlaced, and the sound of smoke spreading.
I think you have seen it. One is Jay Chou's little secret, and the other is Maggie Cheung's mottled years. I mean, it's all love.
I like unbridled love, which means that I can love him with confidence. But first this person has to make me feel 100% safe. Extreme insecurity makes me expect too much from the other party.
But when I hide in a movie, this insecurity is surrounded by all kinds of lights, bright or dark, and I feel warm.
I didn't know a girl's neat hair and snow-white teeth had such great power to bring me back to my green age in an instant. In fact, the memory has been blurred, and there are only some representative images left, such as clean nails, bright sunshine, lips, a green leaf next to a tree, tiptoes lifted up, arms holding books . and so on.
The sound of reading English in the morning, and the sound of the radio stinging, all constitute the main theme of each day. At that time, my roommates had bright eyes and liked to discuss a certain handsome guy.
In the cafeteria, my deskmate would ask me like a little white rabbit, what if you find a boyfriend, will you abandon me?
I ate a mouthful of noodles and said, no, how could it be?
A sycamore leaf fell outside the window. Noisy crowd on the playground.
Lu Xiaoyu is a very talented girl and believes in miracles. How many people still believe in miracles? Ye Xianglun's language is dull, but he was born to be one with the piano. They met and knew each other because of the same piano.
I don't want to repeat the beauty in this, I just want to slowly recall the heart shape that the correction fluid points out.
We've all used correction fluid, and we've all had a desk illuminated by the sun, but have you used it to travel through time? Have you ever used it to express the purest love in your heart?
Already starting to regret it.
Years just disappeared.
Later, we can only wait for a love that we know will disappear under the dim orange light.
I always feel that close-fitting tailoring can better reflect loneliness. Is this the role of cheongsam?
Maggie Cheung's mouth and fingers revealed her age. Every time I see it, my heart palpitates. When I get to that time, can I still be so beautiful? So lonely, how can it be so beautiful?
This is the function of the movie, to shred what you can't do and show it to you.
I like that Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Chen eat each other's lover's favorite food in a western restaurant, that is, they are chewing and stealing their own beloved's taste.
This kind of chewing was silent, but I was about to burst into tears.
They are all restrained. Mrs. Chen is a person who does not want to have an ego. When Mr. Zhou asked her her surname, she only said that her husband's surname was Chen, and she identified herself as the man surnamed Chen. This identification permeates the entire play.
She cried twice in the play, both times because of the preview.
I don't know why they like rehearsal so much. In fact, they all know that life cannot be rehearsed, we cannot know what the future will be like, nor can we compare in advance and choose a better path. I just found that when Mrs. Chen knew she lost Mr. Chen, her heart twitched slightly. And when Mr. Zhou turned to leave, she would use her fingers to dig into her arm, and after the screen went black, she would lie on top of Mr. Zhou and cry tremblingly. Maybe it's an illusion, I think her cry is the loudest part of the whole movie.
They often passed by the gray-black walls at the corners of the alleys, chatted by the orange or cyan walls of the apartment downstairs, or made eye contact.
I have also seen red brick walls softly caressed by orange light. At that time, it was on a small island full of colonial colors. The lights were blurred by the branches, and the shadows of the branches were slowly cast on the wall. The shadow was clearly moving. I would love to take a picture of it with my phone or my camera, but I found it was all in vain, maybe it was my technical problem, maybe God wanted to tell me that good things, not necessarily, can stay.
PS: This is not a comment, just a memory.
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