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The first snow (2)

The first snow (2)

I like the Korean movie That Boy is Handsome very much. The reason I like it is not the cuteness of handsome men and women, but the story. Especially at the end, Han Chitose, who was taking an English listening test, accidentally caught a glimpse of snow floating outside the window. At this time, the radio came:

Romeo said to Juliet, "Goodbye, Juliet, let's part here."

Juliet said to Romeo, "Romeo, are we going to part like this?"

Romeo said to Juliet, "I hope we can meet soon."

Juliet said to Romeo, "When can we meet?"

Romeo said to Juliet, "On the day of the first snow."

Juliet said to Romeo, "I will wait until that day comes." Romeo, I love you. "

Romeo said to Juliet, "I love you, too, Juliet."

Hearing this, Han Chitose resolutely stopped the exam, put down her pen, ran out of the examination room and went to the place where she and Ji Yinsheng often dated. Sure enough, in the first snow, Ji Yinsheng came back from abroad, and the two really embraced. ...

The movie didn't end there. The eggs at the end of the play made me cry: because my father died of AIDS, Zhi Yinsheng, who was attending kindergarten, was isolated, and only Han Chitose played with him and kissed him. ...

Fate is really a wonderful thing, turning around, and finally Ji Yinsheng and Han Chitose are still together. Every time I see this place, I feel the feeling of reading a dream of red mansions when I was young. I came into contact with a dream of red mansions when I was in college. I probably watched it three or four times, but every time I watched it, I chose the chapter where Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu were together. Everyone commented that a dream of red mansions is an encyclopedia, which has nothing to do with me. In my heart, she is a love legend. Every time I watch it, Daiyu hasn't cried yet. I was already in tears. Every time Baoyu is crazy about Daiyu, my heart hurts like being chopped into pieces.

When I was in high school, some students in my class began to fall in love. At that time, almost 50 girls in our four classes lived in a dormitory, and all the girls in the class were familiar with each other. After the evening self-study, the students all finished washing, lying on the bed and sticking their heads out of the bed to laugh. It's time to turn off the lights. We found that there are still female students who have not come back. We whispered, "We are in love." At that time, there were very few students who passed the college entrance examination every year. Once students began to fall in love, they failed even more. When Xiaoxiao grows up, I will tell my classmates that I regret not falling in love with Xiaoxiao's father in high school. My classmates laughed at me: fortunately, there was no love at that time, otherwise you two would not be admitted to any university! Speaking of which, every time I think of our three years in high school without saying a word, I feel particularly sorry. We didn't have any intersection and memories in the same class for three years in high school. What touching love it would be if we could be childhood friends like in the movie! High school is blank for more than three years. After college, the classroom is on the first floor and the dormitory is in a building. Nothing happened?

Although nearly half a century has passed now, I still like the love poem "Remembering in April" very much. When I started dating Xiaoxiao's father, we were both twenty-two years old, and it also started in April.

Male: At the age of 22, I climbed out of the swamp of youth, like a bruised lyre, silent in the theme of wandering-you came.

Woman: I walk towards you.

Have a pair of eyes as bright as bellflower.

W: You said you liked my eyes.

M: Wipe my bare loneliness.

Woman: Lonely? Why are you always lonely?

Really?

Woman: Really?

M: The first time.

Woman: Is this the first time?

Man: fingers that warm the sun.

Woman: It's warm.

Man: Gently.

Woman: Gently.

Man: You touched me.

Woman: Did I touch you?

Therefore, the past will never freeze again.

W: So, the past will never freeze again.

M: I picked up my song and a string of notes that I was disappointed with.

W: I picked up my song and a string of notes that I was disappointed with.

Walking into a spring evening.

Woman: A dusk, a dusk without wrinkles.

Man: And at dusk, the station that can never stand up.

Woman: Never stand up again, never stand up again.

Man: On that night in April, there were no stars and no moon.

There are no stars and no moon. It was an ordinary night.

Man: I traded my experience in the swamp for your past story.

Woman: No one can forget. The swamp is so muddy and the story is so sad.

M: At this time, you are wet in my retina.

W: I'm looking through a book of poems on my knee. It's Whitman's.

Man: I think you are a pure white bird.

W: I was thinking, what are you thinking?

M: I know that the beautiful cage has imprisoned you and nurtured your constant loneliness and beautiful silence.

Woman: Yes, it imprisoned me and raised me.

Man: I know, you didn't expect it. You suddenly started flying for the first time in the morning, and it happened to rain.

W: Yes, it rained the first time we flew.

Man: I know, rain wet feathers, heavy wings and sad your heart.

Woman: Yes, the rain broke my heart.

Man: Don't you notice?

Woman: Are you looking at me?

My warm pulse is applying for an indescribable impulse.

Woman: I really want to lift my eyes and look at you.

Man: But you didn't look up.

Woman: I didn't look up. I am still looking through Whitman's poems.

M: Yes, I know. I am not a stone, nor a dam.

Woman: Not a stone, not a dam.

There is no solid tree to rely on.

Woman: It's not a solid tree either.

M: But if you like.

Woman: You say, if I want to.

M: I will. I will use my brave but not broad shoulders and a loyal heart cultivated on the plateau to hold up a sky that will never be wronged for you.

Woman: There is no wronged sky. Do you think I want it?

M: Yes, if you like.

If you (I) like.

Today next year is the silver wedding anniversary of Xiaoxiao's father and me. I really want to read this song "Memorial of April" together on this day.