I have suffered three times: wandering, love, and survival.
I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, the throne, the sun
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three This number suddenly reminded me of this favorite poem, I didn't expect to take a closer look , it fits so well. Vietnam is an outrageously beautiful country. Don't think that poverty makes you dismissive. In fact, she has a delicate and freehand atmosphere everywhere, hot, solid, full and full.
Well, let's review the beauty one by one.
He parked the car in front of the riverside hotel, and the exact same scene I glimpsed in "Island of Roses" made me smile. There must be a river under the street. Such amazement made me throw away the sadness I had just seen him struggling to drag the two Americans. Lost, a kind.
Isn't he a good man? Could it be that, in that soft and luxurious room for him, he pulled the beloved woman, gently pushed her to the window, and let her look out the window, even if she was a prostitute. Tears welled up in her eyes, oh, he is sincere to me.
The woman said to him in front of her house, that's all, the four syllables collided with the lips and teeth to create a beautiful sense of existence. The Vietnamese language is incomparably beautiful, every word is sonorous, and it stops when you click.
And rejecting him is just because he is afraid that he will fall in love with him.
Don't you want to marry him?
I would too.
Her face shone with a calm and beautiful brilliance, as warm as jade. She sings euphemistically and has broad facial features. She is my favorite type of woman. With two short paddles, I picked off the white flowers.
I like the disfigured poet, so talented after all. I chose an elegant flower, and my heart flew out in a dark room to get close, no, stick to the sun.
Vietnam is so beautiful and real.
In those mornings, she had flowers but no one cared about her, and was stole the limelight by plastic fake flowers. Would you not buy a flower?
I would too.
A child, what about childhood? Was it just hanging around the box and shouting until it was lost, he understood the American language, raised his glass and drank again and again. You are stressed, I am stressed.
The description of him is dark and unforgettable. As soon as the child has the camera, the cold tone will dominate, he will get a crisp slap at the door of the house, and he will be sitting in front of the window with the same homeless girl. He doesn't care, don't think that childishness and age related.
He was writhing with joy behind the screen, it was just a kid. What other burden can you place on him?
He's going to run, don't you want to give him a ride?
I would too.
There are two things that left the deepest impression on the film. One is the children playing football in the rain, the out-of-focus processing and close-up follow-up switch back and forth, and the soundtrack is just right. Senses are everything, words are eclipsed. Outstanding art can always turn language into waste, yes, I do not admit that language is art, she is just form. Second, at the end of the film, the tricycle driver takes his sweetheart to that forest, which is also the source of the movie cover, and can only be seen with eyes.
For some reason, I used English subtitles when I watched it (I really don't know if I was too stupid or someone did it on purpose), it felt great, some details are more profound than Chinese, it's just a poem by a poet At that time, it is obvious that the practice is not enough.
Love for three seasons, so beautiful. After reading it, I suddenly want to get married, just because there is someone who can accompany me to Vietnam attentively, yes, her charm is different from the Germany in my dream. See you in Vietnam if you can.
Off topic: Thanks to JJ.
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