Years, gorgeous paved, emotionally, and life is fragile. Time is scattered into a mist, long, confused, can't touch, and finally accumulate a long sigh overnight. Various, waiting, loss, abandonment, forgetting, death ... Concentrate into dim light, yellow film, round-fashioned love and solidified regret, clear, blur, such as Zhang Zhang sketch, The image of memory is indulged, we smile, meditate until the tears are full ...
The memory of the memory is blooming in loneliness, withering, gorgeous light shadow blooms in Yuquan, and leaves us an intentioneering back. "Butterfly flying, no one is blaming," said Wang Fei repeatedly repeatedly in the earphones, and alienated. Once we said, miss is a very mysterious thing, like the episode, so it is either brave, or abandoned or helpless. At this moment, between 暧昧 and clear, witness that the diffuse regret is nothing.
The weather is very cold, the leaves are slippery, so I drink a warm black tea, and my heart is warm. The Japanese let Audrey Hero will advertise for this tea, which is a princess wearing a white shirt, the cotton dress falls into the folk princess, which is the elegant and desolate woman in the Buffet. No one can forget the "Roman Holiday>, in the ancient square, Anne eat ice cream, ride a motorcycle, naughty, smart, and no preparation. "Rome, of course is Rome", Hepburn's Anne princess faces the emotional emotion of the reporters of her love, the eye wave flows, laughs tears ... Anne gives his most beautiful memories, the sun shines The following Rome, the Junyong's romantic and the sensation of the world is inspired in this black and white, and the deposition is a sigh of the first love, no longer fading ...
In fact, everyone has experienced such a year of young and pure, and there have been shy smiles and dodge. Zhang Aijia Sing: Occasionally, I will think about him, I will remember him, this is the price of "love", people think of her movie
The sea is a sang tree and is purely pale. We have loved people, and they have disappeared in this world ahead of the day. On the way to school, I passed a bookstore and a few Duras in the glass window. I don't know when she starts, her broken sentence, the passion that cannot be copied always allows me to think of Vietnam, think of the desire to vent the darkness, smell the fragrance of the river wind on the Mekong. The French girl, cheeks pale, bloody lips, twist scorpion, old silk satin skirt ... she stands on the boat, she is ready to leave, and he is ready to marry. That is their last time, hot, restless, then avoid it. Her eyes are dim, embarrassed, all have become recollected. As we started, she remembered him and forever. Since he walked into her life, he did not leave, he and her heart, because of the lost incomplete. After many years, she received his phone, he always loved him, missed her, and did not end. But they are old. This is
The love itself is waiting, Duras' words make people tears, with a bit of pain, have a few sadness. Since it is waiting, some people wait, one minute, one month, one year, a lifetime, gathering is the fullness, as "sweet", Li Xiajun and Li Qi, Tianya also tied to the first change. Someone missed, so I can't wait, as the "rouge" is like flowers and seven, the lifetime of the lifetime, I am looking for a long time, the human feelings are not resistant. Yin and yang is separated, not waiting.
Going far away, escape, waiting. All memories and love may be lost. The realities in the reality, the innocent years in memory, in the ashes of time, is the original release of life, is a tragic and no episode. I remembered Daniel Dai-Lewis, I remembered Michelle Fifife, I remembered the "pure era" ... clouds and dust, and prosperous. Allen said to Newland: Only give up you, I can love you, they struggled in the floating, escaping in the indifference, accepted in helplessness, and finally, it is unbearable. Many years later, Newland sat under Allen's window, the window will reflect on him, in a moment, Newland seems to return to the year, his silently said: "I give yourself a chance." If the boat is running over the lighthouse, she turned back, I turned around and she said, "At that time, the river was sparkling, the thick autumn is filled, and the dream is pink umbrella. Allen slowly returned to his imagination, like a smile of flowers bloom in his heart ...
Because of giving up, it is eager; because of the loss, because of the traceability. They love each other, they are missing, they are waiting, red and white, looking back for a hundred years. Allen is always a fresh golden figure, deep in the heart of Newland, his old face, staring for a long time, waiting, suddenly he stands up, gradually walking ... This sees the scenery Eyes, even memories can give up. If life can be seen, he will catch yourself really can't lose, and now, there is only regret, a long sorry.
The binding love, restraint life, so that more than an idea is in the East, as we are familiar with Wang Jiawei's "Flower Year". Zhang Manyu's cheongsam, Liang Chaowei's finger, dim light road, low music ... All everything is depressed, depressed and delicate. "Pure era" Riddlingland in memory, give yourself a chance, the same helplessness It is also difficult to open, only to vomit with the cave of Angkor Wat. The suppression of heavy love is like this, weak, uneasy and helplessly give up.
E tired of tired of reluctant life, we are eager to have everything, give up everything, such as moths and fire do not hesitate. So we waited for "British patient" at dusk, and finally waited for the handsome, blonde desert explorer. His face, hoping and this society from morally identifying him, with the explosion, there is a fox dance, Hungary famous, ancient thread ...
It is undeniable that this is a near-perfect story, staring at this silence, and a man in the heart to save his woman, I am almost intoxicated. The Hungarian aristocratic descendants who played Leaf Fans, flashed contradictions and crazy in the deep eyes. After he shredded the closet of Catherine, after the passion of possession and betray, he smoked his own fault in a child. Lev Vans, Krie Thomas, two passionate actors, two fascinating eyes, I will always remember. Empty desert, Amazi hugged the injured Catherine into the valley, Catherine shouted "I love you so" next to his ear, a sound, hugging into the bone, and Amazi hugging this with life Woman, excited crying. A few days later, he was numbled from the dead Catherine to come out from a deep cave, blowing the white yarn wrapped in Catherine, as the desperation of the Flying around Emaja. He gave up all, status, self-esteem, morality, and even abandoned his own country, but it was still unable to save his beloved woman. The desert is speechless, with golden, and his grief has been forgotten, making people have to sigh the fate, desire and destruction of desire.
I prefer "British patient" Chinese translation "Don't ask me", the destroyed Amaza, the sadness, memories, forgotten, destroyed ... He is forget that his name and past person, But it is still unable to exploit the passion of the heart. He is already dead, and the famined woman, in the fire, hiding in the car, watch the scenery outside the window, two people, straight to the soul ...
