Recently, I have nothing to do at home. I have been watching Hong Kong films in the 1990s. I don't know why, I always feel that Hong Kong films around the 1990s are warm and simple, which makes people really like them.
You remember that year in Argentina, He Baorong said to Li Yaohui, it's better for us to come from the beginning; then to the bistro of half life, Gu Manzhen said to Shen Shijun, we can't go back; then to Hong Kong, the city of glass, rhyme said, this is the best time in my life. Never forget. Unfortunately, the one who flew together in the air was not the plane he and she had agreed on, but the fireworks that cooled down immediately after they were gorgeous.
Elaborate so many sad tear-inducing tone, you know that eventually I still have to like the Chinese teacher taught us the writing method, through analogy or synesthesia of the diction, around to "heart" above.
This is an old movie, a long time ago works, in detail, is Zhang Aijia's work in 1999. Beautiful stories always start with a good beginning, but will not end with a romantic ending, although Rourou in Haojun proposal should not sing in the karaoke room most love you is me, how can you bear me sad, but who can not tell who loves who, also can not tell who does not love who, in this story, doomed, is an eternal departure.
We will always meet a lot of heart, just maybe, some suitable for long together, some suitable for nostalgia. The people we care about the most don't always know what we care about the most. No matter how desolate this cement forest is, it can perform a love story, either touching or unforgettable. Light clouds and light wind, all disdain thick ink writing, are not worth worshipping sigh. If love is nothing more than this, other things, such as marriage, who knows? Not a reliable thing anyway.
In the second half of the film, the two meet in Japan, and then there is a joy after the reunion. Then it is pulled out a long string of stories helpless choice, love non-human, love dare not love, give up can not. Finally, two people only step back, friends get along, once the passion has burned, everything has been light, like nothing happened. But still that sentence, once happened, how can we give up?
Even if he missed this fate, he could only bite the bullet in his future life. The one you marry is not necessarily your favorite, but when the time comes, it will be married. And what about your favorite? Maybe they missed it or never got it.
Love is beautiful, no matter when it happens, a twenty years or two twenty years is also beautiful. Regardless of whether or not they will be moved, first meeting, falling in love, breaking up, missing, re-meeting, marriage, divorce, all will precipitate down...
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