Zhou Dongyu's film Hawthorn Tree, which was famous by the old man, is said to be based on a true story during the Cultural Revolution. The most classic line in it is "I will wait for you until next year. If not, I will wait for you until you are 25 years old. If not, I will wait for you all my life". I can't help sighing: that kind of love that never dies really belongs to that innocent age. Nowadays, in this era when talking about money hurts feelings and talking about feelings hurts money more, love is a luxury. Many people, including me, may have lost all their money to hurt their feelings, just for the sake of luxury, and luxury is without hesitation. And too good to experience, when the reality is like a thorn in our back, we will lose to pieces.

The ending of the film is a tragedy, and it is not sad enough to be remembered. With the third child gone, Jingqiu doesn't know where to go, which is endless regret for the protagonist and the audience. People are so insignificant. In the face of reality, the more developed the imagination is, the more cruel the consequences will be. Once in a while, it's fun to live a quiet life. If you live a quiet life, you'll get more than one bargained for. Therefore, in your lifetime, you should cherish every day you have. When you cling to your dreams, don't forget to look back at the road you have traveled. Some people will never come back if they miss it.

When you fall in love with someone, you will never think that you will love someone like that; When love begins, you never think that love will be broken one day; When love is gone, you will never think that such unforgettable love will be forgotten; When you meet your next lover, you will never think that you will love someone like that again.

There are trees on the hill, the trees have branches, heart like you ah, you do not know this. If I like you, you also like me, that would be great. There are always some sweet fairy tales in the autumn of Xiao Suo. Wild geese fly over the sky, the wind sweeps across the earth, and the feathers of angels are left behind. May this withered season be moved.

For the unbearable years, be hard and silent; For the vacant present, push and hold; For the unpredictable future, push hard and struggle.