There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground,
Moonlight loves the ocean,
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how not to think about him.
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The grass grows in the middle of the lake. How can I miss him?
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The grass in the middle of the lake tells me how to miss him.
1 Don't sigh that there is no confidant in the road ahead.
When the east wind rains, grass grows in the middle of the lake.
Zaitian An Qian Zhijiang-a heroic dream that men can never reach, and a dream hero that women can never find.
The name of the plot against is very strange. At first, the name didn't appeal to me until the bloody fog came to Liu Yunlong. As a result, the bloody fog didn't make me fall into the fog and I couldn't find my way back, but Liu Yunlong's back in Zaitian An. From then on, I couldn't get out of the tall and straight figure in front of me, so I followed. Occasionally floating clouds can't resist my inner persistence. The foresight after each review is a prelude to a deeper obsession. Because it is a spiritual peak that can never be crossed, chasing the magnificence of the mountain shadow and climbing with delusion. The rugged stone wall can't stop it, but the soul in front is always equidistant from me.
Beauty grows old before the peak, and rain comes from the river.
Perhaps, in the morning when I wake up in the future, I will be suddenly enlightened, shake off the long dream, shake off the temptation of the beautiful back, find another way to find the wind outside the mountain, or set foot on the sea of clouds ahead, swim in the clouds, forget the sea of clouds, the long dream, the dragon shadow, the dragon songs, and the leisurely heart lake with weeping willows. The sea of clouds is bound to roll and stretch, ignoring the noise of passers-by, and dreams are like flying in the north and flying in the south. Although they chirp sadly, it is difficult to stay after crossing the sky. The grass in the heart lake grows older, withers and glows year by year. Can you remember the coolness of the clear autumn moonlight when it is yellow and settled over time? Time is like a knife, beauty ages easily, flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. Do you still remember this year in the old sunset in China: when the wind blows at the beginning and a pool of spring water is wrinkled, will Qian An's soul cross the spring breeze and sneak into the dark night?
Will my heart go?
Liu, who gives life, is undoubtedly a member of the masses, but because he has a magic power that makes you sink. Maybe he is ordinary, maybe he has a shadow you can't see, but you will always understand it as a man's frankness and humanity, and then become a new obsession and nourishment. What kind of phenomenon is this? Are we stupid, or is God too partial to Iraq? I don't understand,,,
Because the words "Qian An" and "Liu Yunlong" also give them different meanings, how many wonderful fantasies and expectations have been added out of thin air? Wicker dance in the setting sun, catkins floating around the world of mortals, Yang Liuan breeze and lingering bright moon, willow, was it a trace of silence and softness in my stubborn youth? In the depths of search memory, in the dense fog of weeping willows, is there a mysterious and elegant fantasy of Chang 'e, a little girl in the middle of the month? Did "Flying Dragon" float the sound of the willow flute to the heart of a submerged my fair lady in the legendary swordsman Jin Yong's dream? The dust of the years has blown, and the hazy thoughts of youth have also rolled like the red dust flying in the past, leaving no trace with the rain. If fleeting thoughts don't stay in time, they will never be captured. If they want to recall, and a moment should last forever, it has come and gone before I know it. The fine curtain of life only captures the rough struggle. The beautiful dreams blown up in the morning will always slip away from the fingertips, like ripples blown by the evening breeze, swinging silently into the distance, and the aftertaste will also drift to an unknown corner with the wind and be sealed by the years. The once quiet and soft cobwebs are covered by layers, and occasionally the spring breeze blows open the dusty cobwebs and peeks into the cocoon-forming shell.
Emotion is also like a state of mind, after which it is difficult to capture. Thanks to Liu Yunlong, thanks to the plot against me, I tore open the curtain of heavy memories and looked for beautiful portraits that floated in my dreams when I was young.
Oh, Zaitian An.
Get out of here, Zaitian An. Zaitian An, plot against him.
In retrospect, none of the film and television characters I have seen is as unforgettable as Ann. Repeated revisiting still can't fade the memory of Ann's love and pain, and still can't douse the passion in my heart. Even if I temporarily put it in the corner of my heart because of the disturbance of life, even if time goes by, I will find new feelings and heartbreak in the journey ahead. Maybe the road ahead is colorful, maybe the road ahead is full of flowers, maybe the road ahead is high and the water is far, but the most loyal voice in my heart tells me that you will. Life is an endless dance. When will it fall and stop dancing? Maybe tomorrow, maybe a long old age, but everyone can't escape this doomed fetter. Life comes and goes by accident. These unbearable regrets in a beautiful life, such as the beauty dying, the hero dying, and falling out of the water, always make the world sigh. Therefore, it is time to show more respect and gratitude to those who have fallen in the most beautiful season, instead of sadness and disappointment. I always daydream in my spare time. On my deathbed, who will be the last person to leave my consciousness? Think of Ralph in The Thorn Birds, the bishop who once made my heart ache. I don't understand religion, so sometimes it's hard to understand Ralph's choice, but the scene of his heartbroken death still makes my nose sour: at the last moment, he finally forgot Meggie and finally gave his soul to his Lord. The pain of love and separation will never erode his aging heart, and Ralph in heaven should be happy. Meggie, Ralph's ideal portrait. What about me? Before the soul flies to heaven, will it be Ann's portrait that floats away at last?
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There is no limit to love in the home country and the world, and there is no resentment in the depths.
The trilogy of the plot in one go, the attraction to the eye does not give you room to think. You just have to follow your heart and the rhythm of telling stories.
The first one is clean and warm, and the old clothes and old environment set off the unique temperament of juvenile Android. The second part, the stalwart figure in front of the national security department building, has become the backbone of national security after years of polishing and steadiness. The third film is the most amazing. I was only stunned by the tolerance of money. And the temperament of money is always much worse, and there is still some confusion. Perhaps this is the beauty of a great actor. I have never been idolized, so I have reason to completely indulge myself.
Qian An's father and son's persistence in faith and emotional choice permeated every corner of the play. Their life and death, love and hate are closely related to the land they love, and their love for home and country is endless.
Because of the personality differences in their environment, Qian An and his son express their feelings about home and country in different languages. They naturally adapt and flow with the characters in the environment, but they also express Qian An's enthusiasm and belief in the life of songs. Qian Zhijiang can't declare his beliefs and ideas, but his philosophical discourse is clearer and more obvious than any heroic language: "I, like a cloud, would rather be the sun." I have no regrets. If you have a Buddha in your heart, even if you die, it will be like a phoenix's nirvana. If you take cool from the fire, you will live forever! "Zaitian An doesn't need to hide himself like his father. He can express his love and faith through language at any time. I don't know how many years of special experience have killed that high morale, or inherited his mother's gentle and quiet characteristics. In short, Ann is more like his mother in personality characteristics. On the surface, her enthusiasm for singing has faded, but the water still flows deeper. She just shows the persistence of love that has penetrated into the bone marrow through every movement. Ann's revolutionary romantic spirit is not seen in the play. His love for the country and the nation seems to have been expressed only once in words. His tone is natural and plain, not as gorgeous as his father's. Today, it seems even a little boring: "Love the motherland, love the people, just like running water,,," but it does reflect Zaitian An's personality. I must pay tribute to Liu Yunlong and his production team. Liu Yunlong handled his differences properly, and no one can beat him.
I am curious about the first half of Qian Zong's life. His tragic death curtain call should be the climax of his ups and downs. Money with the name of an English gentleman must be born rich and grow older than wealth. Think back to Qian QIA's childhood as a teenager. "The Scholars" is full of passion, denouncing Fang Qiu, writing rich, knowledgeable and full of patriotic enthusiasm. From Tang's words about Qian Fu: "Qian Fu was stabbed to death by the red tassel gun of the peasant association." From this, we can infer that Qian Fu should be a squire in the Republic of China and died in the red void created by farmers' singing in 1928. The rich squire, whose son was a senior official of the allergy party, was killed reasonably and fairly. Historical records show that these Red Hole incidents are no less than any bloody killings and farmers' mentality in history, and the historical limitations and inferiority of farmers' life are undoubtedly exposed in these actions. And what about the money during that time? This is the main interpreter of a key department of Guo Min Party. In view of his intense grief and indignation at his father's tragic death, he can better express his determination and desire for national loyalty. I think this is one of the reasons why the money won the trust of Commander Liu and made the Acting Director suspect that he would eventually hand over the body. Now that I think about it, every sentence and every action has a foreshadowing, including the death of Qian's father, which has been ignored by everyone. How can we doubt the loyalty of money? Don't jump to conclusions about bugs easily. The director has racked his brains to think about the script for more than a year, and the circle in his mind has already been drawn. But did Mr. Qian forgive the people he fought for? Or with his knowledge of money and fanatical belief and loyalty to the cause of human liberation, he equated his father's death with the same sacrifice that his wife and future son had to make. Only in this way can he calmly face his persistence and dedication.
And when and where do those money who are born rich and grow rich always become firm singers? Presumably, like most singers who stayed abroad in the early years of the Republic of China, they all went through the same road of saving the country. At the same time, they should be participants in the cooperative war between the state and the suppliers. As to whether this money was added to the Party during the cooperation between the State and the supplier, only Emperor Wen of Sui knew earlier.
On the other hand, Zaitian An is a young man who is not a gentleman, but a complete singer. His consciousness of singing is no longer romantic fanaticism, but a strong belief carried by bone marrow or innate genes. Judging from the experience of Qian An and his son, Ann's suffering may be much higher than his father's. In the play, Ann's wonderful story ends at his father's similar age, but Ann's first half life is much more turbulent than his father's. His father lost his father in adulthood, while Ann lost the care of her parents in her carefree childhood. She was born with peace of mind and grew up warmly, but all this ended with her father's death. Maybe from that day on, he will never hear Xiao Tian's laughter and slapstick again. Where's father? The wind and rain are coming, and my father's last and most affectionate look back under the dark clouds is the most meaningful expectation engraved in his heart. A beloved wife? The bleeding wound of his wife on a moonlit night in the north is the eternal pain in his chest in later days.
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These warmth, expectation and pain are also part of the charm of Zaitian An's Still Water.
Due to the shock after losing his parents, the indoctrination of the organization, the experience of the Soviet Union, the experience after returning home, and the inheritance of blood, Zaitian An's faith and tenacity have matured, and he has also become a more mature singer. I believe that Zaitian An's life-and-death struggle in the first half of his life was far better than his father's. His father dedicated his quiet wisdom, while Zaitian An fought with blood and fire.
The first time I saw the plot against him, I was also full of dissatisfaction or anger at the indifference of the clan. It's okay if all the money is dead. Luo Xue's tragedy is completely avoidable, but Liu Yunlong is unconventional and deducts the tragedy to the extreme. After reading it many times, I realized that any event should be analyzed in the historical background. From a historical point of view, the life of any song has no historical limitations, and some trends in the future society are not expected by the singers of that year. Looking back at Jiang Xue in those years, their sincerity and faith are not necessarily limited to their loyalty to factions, but to their country and people. They firmly believe that what they do is to save hard work. And they believe that the ideas they follow are in line with their lofty beliefs. Being a faction belief is their dream idea, and being a nation is not contradictory. At this point, I can no longer doubt their sacrifice and fanaticism. Some history is ugly, and some history you still can't see. What is the national ecological truth of the Republic of China? I believe that money and its companions should see more gloom, and only change is the only way out for the country and the nation. As for the transformation of the nation or the trend of history, a saint like money can't see through it, which is the limitation of any historical figure and the cruelty of history. Therefore, it is unfair to test the behavior of historical figures with some phenomena today, which will inevitably lead to cognitive bias.
Zaitian An, an old man, is happy and safe. He saw the development status of the country and society for which he devoted his life. I believe that although he saw the discordant notes, his loyalty to the country and the nation is still greater than his loyalty to the factions. Will the decrypted security Council devote itself to national reconciliation? Maybe there is. Haha, he must have met Aunt Tang. She is old and charming. She also heard her anecdote about her father preparing for the Fourth Order in Shanghai. On that day, Zaitian An, who was introverted, calm and tolerant all his life, would marvel at how charming, romantic and elegant his father was.
The first time I was blindsided, I was most obsessed with catching the wind. I don't know how many times I have looked at the money again and again. Worship and admiration for money are always hard to erase.
But after watching it many times, the most fascinating thing is listening to the wind, listening to the wind, and there is a legend. A Bing has gone with the wind, but it is very difficult to go to Zaitian An on earth. What dusk, heaven and earth, alas, I regret knowing the black fog in spring and being annoyed by the spring breeze for no reason.
Indulge in listening to the wind, the beauty of listening to the wind is amazing at first, and it is also deeper after revisiting it. The musical characters in the picture are fascinating. Listening to the lines of the wind is like a beautiful woman whose sentence is too long and too short. The main and auxiliary characters are portrayed in place, and the scenes, props and costumes are guided accurately. Take me through time and space, sitting in the corner of 70 1 building, smiling with tears.
Nostalgic pictures, soothing music, walking out of the tranquility of listening to the wind, the unique and independent charm, the bright face like the autumn moon, and the clean and warm qualities make people feel shocked and sighed. Zaitian An is both a god and a mortal. Her persistence in faith, romance in her bones and maternal brilliance all come from nature, while her courage, wisdom, elegance and thinking beyond the times are the precipitation of colorful life.
Listening to the Wind, Zaitian An's charm is basically reflected in his fatherly guidance to A Bing. Zaitian An used his sincerity, wisdom, knowledge, tolerance, gentleness and cunning to train a silly A Bing into a sensitive hunter step by step.
In the soothing sound of the flute and the looming figure in the bamboo forest in the morning fog, Zaitian An walked slowly with A Bing's crutches, listening to the sound of the wind, how clever and ingenious! Bamboo in Yun Shenchu is bright and clean, and Lu Lin is water skiing in the morning light.
Light and comfortable Wuzhen, looking back gracefully on the bluestone board; In the story of fishing, the lake is persuasive; And the most classic:
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River.
It's you who live at the low end.
I long to see you every day, but I can't.
* * * Drink Yangtze River water
This is Zaitian An's way to explain A Bing's yearning for his mother and express his feelings for his distant wife.
Look at the wind, Yang Xiaogang from Zaitian An, where the Soviet Union has just returned to China, is really handsome, well-proportioned and full of masculinity, but I prefer Zaitian An, who has a vicissitudes of life in ancient costume, and has a strong flavor of the times. The most fascinating scene is the conversation between Ann and Huang in the Woods. The light and shadow are beautiful. A cautious and enlightened Huang refused to break the secret of no love. The sun shone through the leaves in the forest and cast a mottled shadow on Ann's face. At this time, Ann's face once again revealed the innocence and holiness of the saints for religion. No matter how others denigrate their intentions towards Huang, I always believe that the belief in Huang is based on his love for the motherland and people. I hope all the people he likes and trusts will devote themselves to his love and faith. Huang was impatient because he didn't get the promise and left. She was still talking to herself when she confided in the light and shadow. She was shocked by Huang's departure. The loss and helplessness on Zaitian An's face seems to be filled with another kind of vicissitudes. Seeing this, she couldn't help crying. There is a kind of pain that fills her whole body. I really want to tell him through the screen: don't sigh that there is no confidant in the world.
"Chanting Haiyan" and "singing in the sand" are the two most indulgent emotions, which shows that they have inherited not only their father's feelings about home and country, but also the aesthetic style of money romanticism.
Alas, there are too many beautiful pictures, all of which are love and beautiful. So far, no such beautiful pictures have been found in any TV series, and I have to admire the team's skill in scene selection, photography and interpretation.
Listening to the wind is beautiful, but watching it catch the wind is unbearable. Ann's pain and fatigue are heartbreaking, and the death of money is shocking. Thinking of Liu Yunlong's feelings: "To tell you the truth, until I reached the later stage, when I was filling music, my feelings at that time were already numb, but I often saw the death of A Bing and the death of Qian Zhijiang, so I couldn't fill it out, so I had to be quiet for a long time. Including the last "Internationale", I still burst into tears. I haven't had this experience before, because I am an actor. Of course, when I first realized this feeling, I suddenly felt that I was a particularly vulnerable person. But when I saw everyone's reaction after the series was broadcast, I realized that this was not my own vulnerability, but people's feelings. "
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The grass in the middle of the lake tells me how to miss him.
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
Teach me how to think of her is a vernacular poem written by Liu Bannong/kloc-0 in London in 1920, and set to music by Zhao Yuanren in 1926. This is a popular China art song among the educated youth in China in 1930s.
These two poets have a lot in common. They are all Jiangsu people and linguists, who have made special contributions to phonetics.
As a lyric poem, it is not necessary to rigidly specify the specific meaning of every detail, but to let readers understand, imagine and appreciate the connotation of the poem. Teach me how not to miss her, the feelings of the motherland, the love between men and women, whether she or he, the singer and the audience themselves can understand.
Author: Girl Movie Chai Heniu 2009- 1 1-6 20:34