“here i am Franky, finally i made it…”
I was in tears when I saw this. It's a pity to see the barrage, but people who live in the same era have never met each other in their entire lives... It's really a pity. Looking back and remembering the beginning, Helen said that she came to complete all the unfinished things. The beauty of the story may lie in this small tragedy. The worldly I always thought it was a love beyond love. Saying he is in love seems to tarnish the hero and heroine, but such a tacit understanding is like Helen said, "You are the only one who understands me." Soulmate is probably like this, saying it is friendship, but this kind of serious search for books for her, Sending food for them in times of trouble and communicating for twenty years really felt more than friendship. Although it's a pity, but thinking about this kind of heart-to-heart feeling, even if you can't meet and be together, it's actually more romantic, entering a state of being like no one else. As said in the play, his wife is even jealous of their tacit understanding.
Although this is a film that is close to black and white, it has to be said that what comes out of the cool tone gives a warm feeling. Because buying books and finding books is enough to last a lifetime of friendship, and fate is so wonderful; after the war ended in the Great Depression, someone sent food across the ocean, and things were as precious as friendship; because I like Helen, but I don’t have a name to write letters but secretly send them to women The cecily who wrote the letter from the Lord; and the Christmas gift that everyone collectively sent across the ocean, a piece of clean but very beautiful linen; the enthusiastic help of people in need on the street; the friend who helped Helen go to the store to deliver gifts, etc... … the small and large details are really too warm.
After watching this film, I like and envy the heroine's real love for the book. The joy after getting the book is really beautiful and cute. I really hope that I can enjoy a book like this. Culture... The heroine is holding a fragment of the book to the child, lying down and savoring the sentence of Donne, the British metaphysician poet and essayist: "All human beings are a book. When a person dies, it is not A chapter was torn from the book and translated into a better language."
I really like the times when the cars and horses were slow and letters were slow
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