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women love flowers, blossoming woman. In addition, such as jasmine endearing woman, but also were more distressed, the kind of care you want to carefully holding in your hands is also not enough pity love. The movie No wonder men do not do not like the beautiful woman, I am a woman, love a woman as great. The beauty here, not just talking about the appearance, as well as the flavor comes out from the heart, that as distant as sandalwood, jasmine-like and elegant as temperament, such as angels.
Novel, three women and three women in the fate of the film no difference, but because of different forms, giving the film a more humane and human. Li particular, the film man's life happy ending state. The novel is indeed the man raped his own daughter in the film is to be suspicious of heavy Li misunderstanding, in order to express love, loyalty choice threw themselves in front. Although the outcome is tragic fate crack, but human nature is perfect. Novels of I like dressing a little story. Story of three generations, divided into three sections, is about people's lives, such as blossom seasons, experiencing the wind and rain, but also pro-seen rainbow.
Mo with crisp sound, clear bright eyes pull the film off. Should be the background of the Greater Shanghai thirties, and only in old Shanghai can only interpret the big story quietly away to the re-interpretation of the story has gone. Whenever beautiful young girls are looking forward to the future, let alone in a big flashing neon Shanghai, which was the star-studded big Shanghai.
that inexperienced eyes like Mo,monster beats, such as the opening morning of the jasmine flower, really want to bow to smell a wonderful time. This time, forget who is in the play, only when he is human drama. However, it is indeed a play, staged an international star of a masterpiece. Zhang Ziyi I was most like there were not shy in front of the flowers in full bloom; like that hit an unprecedented good man, as early as the flowers bloom, that dreams can come true; like Force does not know the flowers bloom, received only between the moment of pride and style. The children's wavefront flow of thousands of charming, though, offer all kinds of tenderness, but the man suddenly abandoned her away, alone, gave birth to the unborn child, leaving her unacceptable shock. But that beauty is only a short stay in a magazine cover, always remained in her heart,monster beats, pondering alone, alone La Tortura. Death, dream party dispersed, the flower from the branches, certain death.
the fate of Mo Xu-xu eventually the flower withers. Fortunately,polo ralph lauren, after all, who had been holding in her hand and she had love and affection, as that shallow jasmine, since the open was delightful, though short, yet Xianghun to stay in the human heart. Li through the youth
bitter, sweet love ushered. Li man in the eyes, and she is an angel come to earth, for his assistant, born of his career, she is the goddess of his heart. Li, a grip of happiness, afraid someone will steal it, mothers, daughters are the enemy, always resolutely defending and eventually hallucinations, wild in his own hands being destroyed. All this is because she can not have children caused. Holding her adopted daughter's bed, the night of the Fallen flowers bridal chamber lens in the eyes appeared, so clear, she stubbornly believe that a man doing a good thing, rape their daughters, and finally, he was dead, she trance, and embarked on a search He did not return, this is also the fate of dying, running away, but do not know where Gone with the Wind in the.
in this film, Li is one of the least likable role. But Zhang Ziyi was most confused that role well. Need soul into the drama, as the flowers need to mind, heart impure, the situation is not true, God does not cut flowers can not capture the soul. The so-called flower spirit, in fact, refers to the soul of people relative to rhino. Acting, too, was not obvious, is not catharsis,louboutin pas cher, but as deeply rooted among the flowers as Xu-xu, like wind through without leaving any traces, but the whole photo look people live, as if the viewer is another voyeur off screen . That look is still the heart and soul soak into the depths. However,Casque dr dre, her lip trembling, and as reflected beam as a neurotic woman insecure heart.
Li is beautiful, but her beauty is that the heart was the subversion. But I touched one of the details. Her pillow in the man's chest, said: She heard the toilet at night that can not smell, but also can not stand bloody fingers rub the pain cut clothes, not her deliberately flirtatious, like a flower Geshi flowers, open in time and space and location is not suitable, no doubt can not distribute scented.
The role of charm emanating from the bones, which is understandable Zhang captured. In the grandmother, Shen Qing, the air is crisp, bright, scenery, is the However, love is always like flowers bloom. Hear the voice of flowers, it is because love has come. The flowers and the people can not tell, and lovers of the betrayal and the final out, the flowers are not as ruthless as water it? But it takes a strong, independent, know how to give up. Kissed falling water to where it wants to go. Petals fall or Chunni, but not for the coming year to spend more, but the enough. Moreover, the
end of the film, spent in the hospital, ward window of the basin of a positive Huan jasmine. In the Blink of an eye, the flower children have been able to stumble to walk, holding her children came to the place they once played in the flowing from my heart turn wading in the
who said the flowers is a tragedy? Whispering to the birth of the fruit. Previous: Next to the name of Yao: Si, such as small streams (continued)相关的主题文章：


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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?