spring Conte de printemps (1990)
Spring is the smell of violets in the forest of Fontainebleau and the notes of the gurgling water on the Seine.
Spring sneaked in through the crack of the door, and planted a lilac flower on the top of the brown-haired girl.
The world is long-lasting and beautiful. In the fragrant air, love is simple and mysterious. There are many ways to love, and there is only one ending.
Time passes, there is no trace of spring dreams, lovers share beautiful and moving moments. The characters and the environment are so commensurate, precise and subtle, perfectly blended, just to embellish each other.
Lola Lola (1961)
There is only love in life, like flowers and fire. Love is a girl’s dream of a sailor, and love is the memory of a woman and a man’s first love. Love is the platform, where people stay. Love is a cycle. This story always continues repeatedly, with tears and laughter.
Time goes by, some people leave in a hurry, some people arrive, people in the harbor always come and go, and every time they meet, people always turn their backs and leave.
Life goes by, youth is no longer. Some were daydreaming, some drifted in the wind, some went uphill tiredly, some waltzed and glide across the ground briskly.
Tomorrow, there is always a little hope.
The Flower of the Other Side (1958)
The large blooming flower is as quiet as the first leaves and gorgeous as the sunset.
embroidered the folds of the clothes all autumn.
A table is booked for a banquet of joyful life, and some light sorrow is solidified in the dust of time. Satisfaction and roundness, wrap it tightly and down-to-earth. In the dream of drunken country, always clean and understand. Softly speaking, exquisite and lovely, with serious gratitude and joy, everything is fine in the world. After the silence, the newcomers leave the old, the beautiful days don't seem to last long, when looking back at the past, everything seems to have never happened, unwilling to give up but helpless.
