My heart attachment
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My heart attachment
"When Le Louvre Museum meets the Forbidden City" when the piece postlude "attachment" graceful heart sing songs and music, the Teana vacant could not help but make me deeply intoxicated, as if to see a pair of lovers lingering dependency from thousands of years ago a step by step leisurely walking, touching love. I was deeply moved by the song, the melody and lyrics so, ipad waterproof cases will be overcome by one's feelings of single cycle......
The graceful curves, flying round face; the clerk clear eyes, lonely silhouette; painting and calligraphy majestic, beautiful beautiful; three-dimensional sculpture...... Now Le Louvre Museum and the Forbidden City full of silently conveyed tenderness, collision and fusion of different space-time background, style and Western culture in alternating with dialogue, will cover the thousands of years of history so love hate, right and wrong, expert knowledge broad and professional ip networking, the depths of human communication and fit, plus the picture only, beautiful words, graceful, Le Louvre Museum and the Forbidden City was so slowly, softly and we Weiweidaolai, in a "Millennium maritime climate the Dr. Sun Yat Sen, always rain to live, now at the deep hundred years as one, but also hard separation", my eyes have been big love, full of love and harmony gentle, like floating clouds, hold boundless attachment, very warm.
The end of the movie, but I still immersed, immersed in the historical time, there is a green powder not colored, immersed in the life back, there are the years in my life picture scroll like memory. Ice pick up in the history of the river inadvertently a few pieces of David Beckham, imagine from the dissemination of false information in the scholarly atmosphere Hanlin shellfish, feel the old Fu Mo, exquisite skill mysterious and wonderful work of an inspired passage, a poem that I touched a painting, in the beautiful Yayun throughout.
In the surf, I find the coquettish Chu Mi river water, standing, looking at Huai Jin's holding jade, to drink falling dew, Xi Lan Su Mang, Li Sao a Fu, poetic masterpiece through the ages. But...... The vicissitudes of life right, but left a lonely night pedestrian, unkempt, wigs natural hair wandering in the scattered the fleeting in the mysteries, slowly into the rolling waves of annihilation, such as bath fire Phoenix Nirvana take it leisurely and unoppressively. With him, buried in the cold waters, there are residual wing and a hint of what the dream before dawn dawn.