Magnificent and magnificent, it takes the romantic to nihilistic love story as a clue, entangles it, and deduces an era, a place and a nation.
I saw a film review that wrote:
Wu Zhongchao, who visited Leo Tolstoy's former residence and manor (write): Facing the vast grasslands and the vast forests, you can't help but feel relaxed and happy, and the golden dandelions are in groups. With the blue sky, white clouds and fragrant grass in the background of the vast world, he lamented that only a country as broad as Russia can breed such a broad soul.
Thinking back to the scene of the ice and snow in the film, I think of Jelena Nemirovsky's writing about the scenery of Finland:
a gleaming white wasteland under a bright sky, a magical forest, because the snow and ice will Every fir, every birch becomes a fragile and wonderful building that looks like it's made of sugar, little mirrors, and shards of diamonds; here it smells of a freshly cut tree, with large The smell of smoke rising from a lonely little house on the edge of the snow.
My personal favorite plot setting is that little Andrei refused to say: "Mozart is a piece of shit." After nearly three hours of backtracking and statements, the chief finally succumbed to little Andrei's stubbornness and stood on the edge of the cliff Confessed aloud to all the soldiers, the greatness of Mozart.
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