What does If Love bring you?

This is the only film that I have seen ten times. Three years ago in Shanghai, seven times. After three years overseas, more than three times.

The first time was in a small cinema near Shanghai school, with my roommate. We are all counting the days, looking forward to the release of the film, and we will go to see it together when we arrive. The snowflake at the beginning of the film, I have calmed down.

I know I will like this movie. No, no, I'm not watching the love values of this drama, nor is it that anyone's acting skills are in full swing. I am a perceptual animal, and I judge everything by feeling. It's reckless, isn't it? It was this recklessness that made me feel different about this movie five years later. What I see is not if love, but why not love? Ten years ago, ten years later, it must be love. It's just that fate is so powerful that no one can fight it. Therefore, everyone is looking forward to simple love, which is not hard-won or intense, but simple and peaceful, but only for an instant.

Five years ago, when I was in the cinema for the first time, I cried a lot when I said timidly and gently, "Let's really get married." Five years later, this sentence still brings tears to my eyes.

"We're not going anywhere. If you don't go to America, I won't go back to Hong Kong. Let's really get married. "

I silently repeated this sentence over and over again, and someone at the other end of the screen said a good word. I saw it, but I played dumb. Because some futures, we all know that we can't afford it.

After six times in Shanghai University, in the lonely dormitory, at the dawn of countless dusk, I looked lazy and lonely. There are so many heavy stones in my heart that I can't breathe. Without love, there is no if love. It was a pale, barren and abandoned time. I just tried to cry in a story, imagining someone coming to take me to warmth and saying, let's get married.

After crossing the ocean for more than two years, I seem to have talked about a puzzling love. I've been with someone for two years in a world where mountains are high and waters are high. He once suddenly picked me up, circled in the open space under the foreign stars, stroked my cramped ankle in front of everyone, and sang to me on a skateboard in the deserted kindergarten at night, but it was still a puzzling feeling. Two and a half years later, he returned to China, made an excuse and never came back. Faced with a room full of sundries and untreated trifles around us, people suddenly woke up. Love is not a hypothesis, it is not to set yourself a if, and then live with the people in this if forever. Intense love is only temporary. If love continues, it will inevitably gradually show fatigue, no longer willing to tolerate, understand and understand, and the two sides will begin to be aggressive and uncompromising. It turned out that we were all tired and found a reason to separate. He regretted asking for forgiveness afterwards, but I was sober. I came to this country until I left. These years seem to be a hazy dream, in which I assumed a love that could blossom and bear fruit for myself. When I woke up, I was still alone. Not melancholy.

Love will never be if. If there is a if, it is all accommodation. And accommodation will not bring eternity.

I like singing and dancing at the beginning more and more. He once had a love story when he was a teenager.

Teenager, this word is enough. This word can take my thoughts far away. There lived a teenager in my heart. He is dressed in white. He sweated profusely on the court. He doesn't seem to like laughing very much, but he also patted another little girl on the forehead. That's the teenager I'll never get. I'd rather I was a light rain that lost my memory. Why not? Remembering is a blessing. I'm like Lin Jiandong. He has been worried for ten years and can't let go. He is afraid of falling asleep. He is afraid to see the picture of holding my old grandson in his dream. He painstakingly managed to get to this day step by step only to take her back to prove love, hurt love, and have no choice but to love. I am still worried about my seven years. I miss my young, brave and cowardly self. Courage is for this lost youth and love, and my heart and feelings can no longer be complete. Cowardice is that I have never taken a step in front of him, hugged his thin back and said good care to him. I am also afraid to see a teenager in my dream, but I am looking forward to it, because only in my dream can I dare to smile at him and hug him fearlessly, but I will lose it every time I wake up, and it will still be my forever lover. I have imagined countless love stories for myself. One day, he finally saw my goodness, finally accepted my infatuation, finally got rid of the sting in his heart, came to my side and opened his arms to me. I must still be the woman who is willing to drown in his gentle eyes. I must want to give myself to him, but after dawn, I will definitely walk away silently. You made me suffer for seven years. When do you think I put you on the ground? I also want you to taste what is not, what is nothing. But now, I quietly watched this movie again. I saw Lin Jiandong brutally give up the moment he waited for ten years, and saw his heartbreaking eyes at the airport, only to find that my heart was aching and my clothes were wet with tears. No, don't hurt love. No matter how much you have suffered and wronged for so many years, just expect disappointment, resentment, doubt and despair. Don't deny love and don't hurt, because when you come to your senses, the person you begged for ten years may not hide where you can find it and cry sadly. When you say that he (she) is sad and resentful, it is equivalent to belittling his sincerity for many years. What is lost, and then there is pain.

Even if the final play is over, it will still be separated, but at least it won't hurt, and it will be traced for ten years.

A really good story is always because it reminds everyone who sees it of his own story. A line, a look, all call back and forth, but God is addicted, because once upon a time, I was, too. A successful story can make people cry in the story and have a direct shock to people's hearts.

I always think this is a love story of Su Na. How many girls does she represent who want to get a place in the outside world? There is nothing wrong with pursuing prosperity and vanity, so is she a silent and honest teenager or a man with common interests? How can there be no struggle and no disappointment? The girl who silently said in tears in the dark that you should never remember her heart must be bleeding with pain. But you can't stop. Isn't it a waste to stop and suffer? Sun Na can only move on. She has been moving on for ten years, thinking that King Kong's training won't hurt her body, but those sad eyes that seem to hide a leopard make her angry and collapse. She doesn't want to admit the past. "You are already moving forward, why did you drag me back?" Because I can't go back, how much did I love in the past? What if I say it now? Or I gave up love and chose ambition and myself. In the end, everyone loves themselves the most. It's not that I don't understand It's no use regretting. I'll pretend it never happened.

No love with Nie Wen? I don't know, I think there are some, but there must be a lot of impurities in this love, because such interdependence makes each other go higher and higher. Since you get what you want, don't pursue love or not. People should not be too greedy. Nie Wen is not the monitor. He has no memory. He just made an innocent commitment and companionship, and gradually got used to and believed in the relationship over the years, just like a seemingly endless drama, persuading himself to love himself. There is another scene in the play. He perfected himself with a slap in the face and a jump. If you don't love, since you don't love enough, let me make a memory that you will never forget. At that moment, I began to believe that Nie Wen had love, so he was cruel and firm. Ah, unfulfilled lovers are cruel.

Sun Na finally crossed the sea, but Qian Fan was nothing. She still let Nie Wen go and won't keep Lin Jiandong. Her love story collapsed in forgetfulness and memory. She smiled at her former self, sat and watched the clouds gather and disperse in the sky, her eyes were thin but cold, and her favorite self quietly faced joys and sorrows with her. She will never forget it again.

However, if the lens is enlarged from a height, if life is a play, can it be restored to the simplest state, without the suffering of life, without the wear and tear of life, with sunny summer and quiet lakes and grasslands, just like that? Without assumptions, it is a firm love that never dissipates.

I know it's impossible. Their play is over and so is their song. I can't stubbornly sit here and make up a love for myself. It is said that there is love in the world, but I don't know what love is. It's just that if you feel love, you have to love, and you have to love endlessly.

With a heart, I won't always come to check my life. The result was bland and tasteless, which wasted my trip to the world of mortals.