An unforgettable essay about Qiu Shui looking back at herself

"Vivien Leigh—The Life of an Actress" is an actor biography written by the former Soviet writer Fu A. Uchilov. It is the only actor biography that I have read in full. It no longer matters what feelings I had when I read it. What matters is that after so many years, I am still immersed in her stories and still seduced by her charm. This is an actor I love deeply, an actor I can Women who are described in an admiring tone.

She is a flower that blooms in any era and is amazing. It is rich and gorgeous that the rose cannot match, and it is elegant and noble that the green lotus cannot match. I can't find a word that can accurately describe her beauty. All the words of praise heaped on her will only look artificial. If they are too warm, they will blaspheme her coolness and aloofness. If they are too plain, they will be hidden. Her enthusiasm and persistence.

She once said: "Authors who don't understand art are only interested in trivial matters and gossip. The result often shows their professional ignorance, and sometimes even leads to shameless lies."

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I don’t understand art, but I have been moved by her videos countless times. If her life is a big lie created by others, then I am willing to indulge in such a lie, just like enjoying some dreams that are beyond reality in the graceful path of flowers. Some women are meant to be missed. When you count the years, she will be swaying and dancing wherever your feet have stepped. When you look back deeply, she will be a drop of hot tears sliding down your cheeks. A woman who flies away like a butterfly and fireworks is originally a legend that can be recalled for a lifetime.

Her shallow smile is like the flowers hanging on the wall of the historical hall that have never dried. It changes in various postures to make you stop and admire.

The first encounter was at the Blue Bridge, which was filled with smoke. That swan that dances sadly on the stage, that turn that is so beautiful that it can make people jump out of their seats, when their eyes meet, is like the blooming of lilies in the valley, that secretly lowered head and raised eyebrows at each other, in that A pair of eyes filled with innocent dreams reflect the shyness and joy of encountering love. These are two blue lakes, a place where poetry flows freely, and those beautiful colors gradually fade in the ripples. It is dyed into the most beautiful scenery, frozen in the gallery of memory, and a heart-stirring love dances in a soothing and elegant waltz.

Life is not a dance that ends abruptly. When it ends, you can still hold each other's hand and walk away. Happiness is like smoke. Just when you think you have caught it, it will slip quietly from your fingers. So, in those watery eyes, the heart-breaking flower of sadness blooms again. Among the wrinkles full of years, who can heal the sadness, and who can sing the story of love forever? This love, as pure as a fairy tale, ended tragically in the war, just like her fragrance disappeared. But is she really dead? Why are the tears in my hands still so hot? Still flashing that spotless smile - is that the smile where love is still in full bloom? A love can warm Cronin for the rest of his long life, but your smile makes me worship love with faith. The smile that remains in the wind and rain, the smile that can no longer be left at the corner of the mouth, like a fragrant flower, lingering In the tunnel of time and space, it warms all those who yearn for love.

The story on the Blue Bridge has gone with the wind. I don’t have that amulet to recall the past. I can only keep searching in the film for a pair of eyes filled with flowers and clear water.

Staring at this pair of eyes that make me dream, touching this beautiful face, what kind of soul is hidden under all this enviable appearance? From Marla's desolation to Scarlett Scarlett's strength, from confusion to cunning intelligence, who can read her behind the character? Life or art, I can't separate them one by one. I can only piece together these fragments bit by bit, but no matter how I piece them together, I can't sort out the complete her.

With an impeccably refined face, one is amazed that the Creator’s partiality can create such a flawless work of art for the human world. Her beauty can make you feel no jealousy at all, only sincere admiration. Her eyes can burn your desire, light up your passion, allow you to explore the light in the darkness and drive away the haze in the light. She doesn't need words, she can express her emotions just by moving her eyes.

So, I saw Scarlett Hao who was the most perfect performer in the world. Without her, I couldn't imagine myself holding that long book and reading it over and over again. In order to get in touch with the characters she created more truly, I could recite almost all the scene and dialogue descriptions about her in the novel. So when I saw those eyes again, they were like the clear blue autumn water under the lazy sunshine. The light and shadow danced like the twinkle of an elf. The playful and willful little girl was wantonly coquettish in the midst of thousands of favors. The look in those eyes made her People love you a little too indulgently, but you are willing for her to sweep over your body without restraint. Even if it is only a thousandth of a second, or maybe it is just the passing of the flow, you will feel that she is staying on you. body for a long, long time. The girl's breath is vivid and full of aura in her casual but seemingly intentional interpretation. The girl is like a flower, and the years are flowing. Those passing years are swaying in the wind and rain of war, and a girl who has been tempered in difficulties grows into a A tough and tenacious woman, her watery eyes are still clear, but are imbued with the maturity of vicissitudes of life.

Time has left scars in the eyes. Those prosperous days and those withered days swirled in the eyes, intertwined with sighs. All perseverance and forbearance are like blooming roses in suffering, eye-catching, and like heartache pricking into the hand. The eyes gradually become greedy and indifferent, and the occasional warmth makes people feel like the gentle spring breeze in April on the face. Some long-lost feelings are like the quiet blooming of spring flowers, but they are so short-lived and fleeting. That increasingly strong back and increasingly cold heart are silent protests against life.

Perhaps only she can tell the world about Blanche’s hysteria and despair in "A Streetcar Named Desire" with her eyes. There is a kind of beauty that is the poignancy of an angel’s broken wings and a twisted soul. It can also reflect the charm that makes people’s hearts beat. The character shined brightly because of her unparalleled performance, and the Oscar statuette also lost its eye-catching luster in front of her.

Has a woman ever loved a man with all her heart? Yes, she is such a woman. I don’t know if the greatest Shakespearean drama artist ever gave all his love to this woman, but I do know that even after being abandoned by this man for many years, she still told the world affectionately: “If I could have life again, I would still love her.” Be an actress and marry Oliver. "What a love that is engraved in the heart, what a heart-warming declaration!" So I forgave that great actor whom I loved, and I understood how sincere he was in placing the laurel crown of the Lord and Lady on her tomb.

I would rather regard "Mrs. Hamilton", which they collaborated on, as a portrayal of themselves and the best interpretation of their love. Loving someone is the most obsessive love. You can completely ignore the status, power, rumors, and the infamy behind you. Love is not a momentary passion, but a long-term care. It is the first thing to be able to do at any moment. Thinking of the happy and painful care of your lover. The heroic Admiral Nelson wrote to Mrs. Hamilton as "you whom I love as much as life." Her former husband, Larry, whom she loved dearly, did not love her as much as life, but she loved Larry as much as life. She looked up to the only man she loved all her life. As long as he is around, everyone in the world will be nothing but dust.

I love this woman who is passionate about love, I love her paranoia, I love her willfulness, I love her lack of scruples, I love her indomitableness, I love her most steadfast perseverance, I love her most pious. faith. To interpret love so decisively as dazzling as a rainbow and as bright as a star is a woman's only pursuit besides art. Her love is like the ending in "Mrs. Hamilton": there is no more. This sad voice echoed in my ears, and it still lingers to this day.

This is a woman who lives for art and love. If she loses her, her life will have no remaining meaning. So when my eyes stayed on that portrait, I lowered my head deeply, because of such a deep love as the sea. I was unable to look up. I could only mourn for that love. This The most infatuated woman in the world. Her beautiful eyes were filled with love and admiration. She did not show off her brilliance to the world, but cast her most affectionate look at the husband she loved. In the vastness of the world, he was the only real existence. Yes, this look is something that even a painter, a poet, or a writer cannot imagine or guess. Even the photographer who clicked the shutter was surprised. This glance became eternity and the last word of love. No one can be completely without themselves and only have their lover in love, but she did it. Everything she did was just for the man she loved, whether it was art or life.

"Love, like all living things, is always in motion. It grows, weakens, gets sick, recovers, reaches its peak or breaks apart. It combines your wishes, the things you cherish, your pains and problems with As for imposing oneself on others, it is the most inhumane thing to do. Forcing others' feelings not only means the death of love, but also is abnormal self-mockery and extreme depravity. "That's why she can love so strongly. In front of her, she returns freedom to her lover instead of being bound by marriage. This is a woman who truly knows how to love. She is like a beautiful butterfly, still gliding gracefully in her final fall, leaving a beautiful arc for people to remember.

"Vivien Leigh is so beautiful that people feel that actors do not need to be geniuses; but she is so talented that people no longer require actors to have such beauty." Such an evaluation Only she deserves it, and it is the most appropriate recognition and praise for her beauty and talent. So when British Prime Minister Winston Churchill's eyes rested on her slim and light figure, he admired: That is God's work of art, which can only be appreciated from a distance.

I can’t tell whether I love her more for her beauty or her talent, because they both fascinate me so much. Her loneliness and sorrow made her independent from the world. Her perseverance in pursuit and extraordinary talent allowed her to cast her beauty into eternity. That dazzling woman, that woman who was haggard and tortured by illness, I cherish, I love, and for the undying desire burning in her eyes, I am willing to look up like this until life is silent.

"All flowers should be fertilized well..." When I read this sentence again, my eyes became as moist as hers.

A woman who has not been cared for by others can still live life so brilliantly. She has a will and belief that are hard to match. This is a spirit that is more impressive than talent and beauty.

For this flower-like woman, I wrote this text to commemorate the goddess of this movie: the movie is immortal because of her participation.