In a short film, there is too much love and hate. I really admire the screenwriter, who can reverse the plot to this place, and can put so much foreshadowing into the details of each frame.
In the past, the most profound picture was when Ah Sheng happened to pass by when it was raining, and after returning from injury with Ah Jing, Ah Sheng put away the door and quietly waited for the enemy to come. This time, I remembered a lot of details and learned a lot of fragments that I didn't understand before. Zhan Lan's obsession with male sex and the perversion of Wheel King, Lu Zhu's redemption of A Jing, Lei Bin's indecision when he was struggling in the decisive battle at the city wall, and Wheel King buried Zhan Lan in the stone bridge, saying that he loved her too much So I hope that I can think of her when I walk on the stone bridge. This is a kind of cruel, selfish and perverted love. In stark contrast, Lu Zhu said to Drizzle and Ah Jing said to Ah Sheng that I would like to become a stone. The bridge, battered by the wind and rain for five hundred years, and the sun and the sun, I only wish she could walk across the bridge, and the lies that Ah Sheng told Ah Jing before the final battle in the Forest of Steles...every fragment Unfolding, it will be a mighty story. I have too many imaginations for them, like a novel that has been serialized several times. The great thing about screenwriters is that they can be intertwined in a leisurely manner, presenting a slice of the bloody rivers and lakes.
When the identity was first discovered, Ah Jing said that she would use Rama's body in exchange for her and Ah Sheng. Gossip is common at dinner, and the ground is covered with gold, but is willing to worry about a bucket of rice and tomorrow's tax labor. She cut the tofu into a seven-layer pagoda, and on the eve of the decisive battle, she bought Ah Sheng the bean skin that he was reluctant to eat, and mended the torn cloth shoes. When it was raining, the two of them would drink tea and watch the rain in the teahouse. The best life you can imagine. Hidden ingenuity in clumsiness, using obscurity to be bright, integrating clarity in clumsiness, and taking flexion as extension, in that primitive era of men farming and women weaving, the simple life was even more precious because of the shadows of swords and swords.
Ajing asked the abbot Xingchi if she could have a chance to start over again. I think everyone has the right to be forgiven and to bury the past. Life is so long, and it is not easy to travel this long river and lake.
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