Chapter 1777 You laughed, so I laughed, this is love
After Xu Fangfei watched it once, she couldn't help but go to the cinema to watch two more screenings.
After returning home, I started to organize my thoughts and write a movie review.
She really loves this movie. In these days, romance movies are no longer mainstream movies, but she always believes that romance movies will never go out of style.
It's just that some of today's romance films are mostly in the name of novelty, weirdness, money worship, etc., and they are in keeping with the times, but she doesn't like it, doesn't like this kind of love that is full of all kinds of impetuous things,
She has always felt that that is not the true beauty of love.
"If Love Is Divine, I admit that I am a fan of this movie. Even if some of the plots do seem a bit cliche, sometimes the older things are, the more interesting they are.
In this era when almost most people pursue individuality and disdain warmth, I still admit with shame that I have perseverance and love for innocence. Unfortunately, under the deliberate manipulation of people's hearts, innocence and love are like a pair of flowers.
There are two sides of a coin, and it's hard to tell the male from the female these days.
My love is often in vain. I don’t know since when, the love on the big screen began to be filled with all kinds of things that people can’t understand, such as cheating, money worship, sexual intercourse, etc., etc., it seems that without these, nothing will happen.
It’s not popular enough and it’s not keeping up with the times.
But as everyone knows, the truly beautiful love that exists in our desires is often the simplest and most innocent.
"If Love Has God's Will" makes up for this regret to a certain extent. It is a love note that weathers as soon as it is opened and exudes the fragrance of lilies. It combines all the elements of pure love, but it is not heartbreaking because of falsehood.
A distaste for doubt.
In director Mu Qing's narration, first love should be like a paper plane flying past the window at dusk, white and light blue-grey, clean and confused, and the notes of beating wings are balanced in the trajectory of youthful sentimentality and ecstasy.
I think the artistic conception is just right. The lost love appears in Zhuxi’s eyes, and the lost and ongoing love appears in our eyes. “You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
"What does it matter? Anyway, we all love these beautiful and fresh moments equally. Anyway, we are all in the scene at this moment and we are all equally gorgeous. Is it you looking at me or me looking at you? Is it the main thing to look at or to be appreciated? It's like being present.
The situation is still the same, they are not important at all, okay? You just need to know that you laughed, so I laughed, and our smile makes people remember the beauty and goodness.
The color of youth is the same as that of the wet mountain forest, and it is as moving as the raindrops stopped on the forehead. The years are delicate and easy to sort out, and everything is justified without a trace of fireworks. The pages at the beginning of the film are flying all over the sky, like thousands of dendrobium springs that have been accumulated in the chest for a long time.
Emerging from the ground, it is like a fleeting moment of time, everything that has long been solidified and buried is stirred up by the wind again in that moment - and then a rainbow appears, just like the beauty of love, just like the unreachable goal.
What I like is the love at first sight when Jun Ha and Zhu Xi meet for the first time. The youthful hormones burst out naturally. What I like is that they are in the river. Jun Ha scratches his head in embarrassment and the boat is not moving. What he likes is that they are in the heavy rain.
She was eating melons under the melon shed and looking at the rainbow in the sky. What she liked was that she was waiting for him to catch fireflies on the small wooden trestle. What she liked was that he pressed the switch at the door of her house...
Oh, there is also the timeless practice of gazing with one’s chin, admiring and fearing the thousands of rainbows in the blue sky, feeling as if one is out and yet in the midst of it, the pigeons are cooing under the vine leaves, maybe it is
They don't understand the ultimate blind spot of human beings. They live for love, die for love, go crazy for love, and are cold and cold for love. One word has been practiced for thousands of years, and it seems that it will continue to continue.
It's obvious that you just eat one kind of raw material, but you still try to do it in various ways, even if it ends up being the same in the end.
The pigeons that were chased away from the windowsill will never understand that no matter how many times it rains, as long as the sky is still there, there will still be rainbows appearing, and there will always be no shortage of dazzled people watching the rainbows.
People don't care about the length of time, whether there is a devout audience, or whether they are just a passer-by or a hasty pedestrian. They don't even care about the fact that what really hasn't changed is the huge stage of the sky and the earth. As long as we still have hands and feet, and can laugh and
Cry, just allow us to go to this dance quietly, even if it is simple, has no music, is anticlimactic, or even ends abruptly.
"If Love Is Provident" is not so much a movie as it is a troubadour sung under the moonlight. The surge of music is like the full and vivid colors in a paint box, green, red, yellow, blue and white that complement each other.
, turning into smoke waves and stirring emotions, and quietly pushing the story to the climax.
Zhuxi and Zixi, mother and daughter, obviously have the same face, but there is no way they can be mistaken.
Zhuxi is elegant and poetic, coupled with the fresh and clear handsome river, it has the beauty and wisdom of a valley oil painting. Their songs are full of smiles and sighs, graceful and touching, whether it is the first gaze in the water, the resonance of exploring a haunted house, or melons in the rain.
The silence of the shed, or the first burning heartbeat under the lamp, everything about him and her is as beautiful as the human world.
As long as ordinary people can appreciate any of these scenes, it may be enough to be moved, but every scene of them is too amazing. This kind of fate is accidental, but also destined, lucky, and regretful. The flowers are blooming in spring, and when they reach the end, they are just
They can run away, even if they can only end up separated in the end, they have laughed and cried happily, so it can be said that they have lived up to this life.
Compared to her elegant and picturesque mother, Zixi is straightforward and simple like a song, and she looks much more ordinary in the crowd.
She is the kind of girl next door who can be seen everywhere, but has her own little dreams and unique and smart thoughts. She is innocent and does not know the pain, and having a crush is the biggest trouble. She silently pays attention to the handsome and tall people in the drama club.
Prince, the implicit expression, the cover-up of panic, and finally the blissful clarity. It is not as touching and euphemistic as the mother's love. At most, it cannot be said. It is broken before it is said, and the two hearts are in harmony. The most joyful tremor is the love in the rain.
Along the way, the most beautiful moment is a kiss on the bridge under the moon. No more, otherwise we will lose it.
The love between mother and daughter was forged by the rain. Junhe walked through the woods carrying Zhuxi on his back, and Shangming happily held up an umbrella for Zixi. They all ended up in peace and perfection by catching fireflies on a small bridge under the moon.
The climax. At the last moment, I really have to be grateful for the mercy of the years. Although fate has separated the people who were supposed to be together, genes are very tenacious, and they still have to remember the familiar trajectory of attraction and closeness, even if they are separated.
Ten thousand times, it takes ten thousand and one encounters.
In fact, I know that it is difficult for such feelings to exist in reality, but I can't help but be attracted to it. This kind of complex seems familiar, like being poisoned. Once it really happens, it is often so hesitant that people cannot catch it. Doubt it.
But it's another fearless illusion. When people live, they have to compete with all kinds of things. Love is the same, it also has its own life, but it often has to compete with missing, with burnout, with God's will, and with death.
Once you pass it, you will have a lifetime of perfection. If you can't compete, it's just a matter of seeing you next time.
Therefore, this story is not so much a record as it is a painting of a dream. Whether it is true or not is not its subject, it only wants you to laugh and then shed tears clearly.
A good movie is like life. Not everything you expect, and not everything is a climax, but there will always be that second, when the high-pitched prologue ends, it will give you a heavy punch and make your
The heart sheds a tear. For this tear, it can even be just a clear dream."
