Although I am lazy, I am afraid of repeating it over and over again and finally grind my heart to seek records for peace of mind.
Loved it from the beginning.
At first, I learned about a man named Jeremy Irons and several related movies from the very few praises of Baby Annie. The only thing I was impressed was the title "A Pear Blossom Pressed Begonia". This is probably the same in reading. When I turn it over, I forget what it is like. When I turn it over again, I just secretly remind to remember to look for it. After that, I don’t care much, forgetting it. Afterwards, I chatted with a friend accidentally, because I felt that the plot was not unconventional and asked my friend to come from the beginning to the end, but I also felt that I was still unfulfilled, and finally went to look for it seriously.
really good. I saw tears finally shed. Jeremy Irons' eyes kept trembling in front of him, unspeakable melancholy, deep as a pool; sadness and bitterness, directed at people's hearts. You will get a great sense of satisfaction when you look at that kind of eyes. The ultimate grief is like a shot of medicine with the pleasure of life-saving-if you can't be happy, then perhaps the pain is better than numbness. Ordinary world conditions can move people's hearts if they are sincere and beautiful, let alone an abnormal relationship that is doomed to decadence. The most touching thing is that the male protagonist’s unilateral love pain burns himself and the girl he loves, full of helpless madness and enthusiasm, collapsed and desperate, sin but unable to repay for salvation, it is more than a story, a story. moral, and perhaps one's heart can not control, but there is a real and Zhilie emotion, love a person suffering the fate of frustration, emotion attribution, intellectual sigh ......
"Vamp flowery day, now is the leaves come home, bloated, Poor,...I am the flesh and blood of others...I look at her, look and look at her, wholeheartedly, for the rest of my life,... She is the person I love the most in this life, I am sure, just as I am sure that I will eventually die ....... " "
at that time, the laughter of children in the ears, so I was not disheartened Lolita is not with me, but this laughter without her ....... "
painful wound, feeling Wan one thousand ......
suddenly remembered a poem:
Jun with Wu Wei life
I was born old
hate not students at the same time
The
unforgettable story of Ri Ri Yujun came out of the radio waves, Zhang Yi's faint voice, I was trembling with tears under the quilt, and I couldn't breathe.
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