Everything was so beautiful that I was always on the verge of watching the movie, afraid of a sudden disaster. Everyone was so happy that there was suspicion everywhere, not believing that the French peasants were so happy. A certain village and town in Avignon is like a commune, a paradise, it looks dilapidated, and the houses fall into the ground; the residents are very pioneers, drinking big wine and running wild, and my grandfather is a motorcycle backpacker.
The most impressive scenes are the granddaughter and lover riding a white horse, from the seaside to the grassland, crossing the river and the swamp, and returning to the beach. With the sea breeze and the sun undressing, the pores are enlarged, and the affection is lingering. This will be an unforgettable youth story for the girl in her lifetime. There is also Tiago's bullfighting clip, which is thrilling. I keep thinking about whether I have ever seen a real cow. The bullfighter is brave, alert, handsome, and unrestrained.
The old friends of grandma and grandpa who rode motorcycles together when they were young gathered together, spread carpets and lit candles in the small rural courtyard. Sending the wine to the well to chill, remembering that when I was a child, I sent watermelon and zongzi down the well at night. I picked it up the next day, wiped off the water vapor, opened the watermelon or peeled the zongzi under the grape trellis, and the watermelon seeds fell on the ground. Ants run and carry. The old handsome guy with white hair and still wearing a leather jacket plays the guitar and sings a song "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" and a song "Forever Young", which is a surging chorus from the 1960s and 1970s. The years are fleeting, the people of the past have passed away, and my friends who rode a motorcycle together many years ago actually appeared by my side, drinking and talking, and this life is not in vain.
The little grandson poured water on his head with a toy, sprayed his grandfather with a water gun; chased each other with the dog; watered his grandpa's vegetable field; followed behind his grandfather's buttocks. It is a rare angel, such as a fake angel.
Grandpa and grandson rode up the mountain together, the mountain road winding through a large flock of sheep. The camera is zoomed in and out, the green grass decorates the mountain road, the sky is blue, the sun is bright, and everything between heaven and earth is gentle.
Grandma is so beautiful, she always wears lavender lipstick and always has a bright smile.
The French countryside is also small, and everyone knows each other, but fortunately, the area is vast and the people live far away, so the privacy and living space does not have to be invaded or peeped. Eat pizza, dance, chat, and bask in the sun, all meet there.
In the end, the meeting between the grandfather and his daughter was still tearful. Although he could not understand the Western affection, he did not delay in tears because of his touching.
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