今天去看了这部冯小刚的新作《只有芸知道》
真人真事改编的故事感动了我
电影院好多中年大叔来看这部电影
我相信他们一定是深有感触吧
在这个快速发展的时代
唯独缺了最初的那份真心
一生只爱一人
就是这个唯一才可以感动那么多人
男主一一实现了女主的每个心愿
虽然女主去的很早,但是她是幸运的,幸福的
这是今年我看过最感人的电影了
安利给大家,也可以去看看
温馨而感人,生活就是这么简单
你嫌弃对方的唠叨,邋遢,却害怕失去那种陪伴,这才是生活吧[鼓掌][鼓掌][鼓掌]
真人真事改编的故事感动了我
电影院好多中年大叔来看这部电影
我相信他们一定是深有感触吧
在这个快速发展的时代
唯独缺了最初的那份真心
一生只爱一人
就是这个唯一才可以感动那么多人
男主一一实现了女主的每个心愿
虽然女主去的很早,但是她是幸运的,幸福的
这是今年我看过最感人的电影了
安利给大家,也可以去看看
温馨而感人,生活就是这么简单
你嫌弃对方的唠叨,邋遢,却害怕失去那种陪伴,这才是生活吧[鼓掌][鼓掌][鼓掌]
当你老了,白发苍苍,睡意朦胧,
在炉前打盹,请取下这本诗篇,
慢慢吟诵,梦见你当年的双眼
那柔美的光芒与青幽的晕影;
多少人真情假意,爱过你的美丽,
爱过你欢乐而迷人的青春,
唯独一人爱你那虔诚的灵魂,
爱你变化的容颜蕴藏的忧伤;
当你佝偻着,在灼热的炉栅边,
你将轻轻诉说,带着一丝伤感:逝去的爱,
如今已步上高山,
在密密星群里埋藏它的赧颜。
叶芝 《当你老了》
在炉前打盹,请取下这本诗篇,
慢慢吟诵,梦见你当年的双眼
那柔美的光芒与青幽的晕影;
多少人真情假意,爱过你的美丽,
爱过你欢乐而迷人的青春,
唯独一人爱你那虔诚的灵魂,
爱你变化的容颜蕴藏的忧伤;
当你佝偻着,在灼热的炉栅边,
你将轻轻诉说,带着一丝伤感:逝去的爱,
如今已步上高山,
在密密星群里埋藏它的赧颜。
叶芝 《当你老了》
当你老了,威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
当你老了,头发花白,睡意沉沉
倦坐在炉边,取下这本书来
慢慢读着,追梦当年的眼神
你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
爱过你的美貌,以虚伪或真情
唯独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心
爱你哀威的脸上岁月的留痕
在炉罩边低眉弯腰
忧威沉思,喃喃而语
爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山
怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
When you're old, William Butler Yeats, when you're old, gray, sleepy, sitting by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, chasing the eyes of your dreams, your soft looks and faint shadows, how many people have loved you, how many people have loved your ephemeral figure, how many people have loved your beauty, and when you are old, William Butler Yeats, when you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and tired to sit by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly. With hypocrisy or true affection, the only one who loved your pilgrim loved you, the trace of the years on the face of the pilgrim bent down by the mantelpiece, bent over his brow to meditate, murmured how love had passed, and how to walk up the mountains and hide his face among the stars https://t.cn/R2Wx38t
当你老了,头发花白,睡意沉沉
倦坐在炉边,取下这本书来
慢慢读着,追梦当年的眼神
你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
爱过你的美貌,以虚伪或真情
唯独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心
爱你哀威的脸上岁月的留痕
在炉罩边低眉弯腰
忧威沉思,喃喃而语
爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山
怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
When you're old, William Butler Yeats, when you're old, gray, sleepy, sitting by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, chasing the eyes of your dreams, your soft looks and faint shadows, how many people have loved you, how many people have loved your ephemeral figure, how many people have loved your beauty, and when you are old, William Butler Yeats, when you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and tired to sit by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly. With hypocrisy or true affection, the only one who loved your pilgrim loved you, the trace of the years on the face of the pilgrim bent down by the mantelpiece, bent over his brow to meditate, murmured how love had passed, and how to walk up the mountains and hide his face among the stars https://t.cn/R2Wx38t
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