There are three kinds of love in the world.
One kind is a square-like love. Two people get along like two squares. They are hard and try to smooth out each other's edges. You follow suit, and I follow suit. If you make a mistake, you will press hard, but in the end, it will still be satisfactory.
The other kind is love like a ball. There is no friction between the two people who seem to be a match made in heaven. They hold hands properly, get married as expected, and have children as scheduled. I don't know if it will last forever, but I know it will be ordinary.
The third kind of love is not the title of a movie, but a gear-like love. No matter how holy a human being is, he will reveal his shortcomings when facing love. If he happens to meet the person who is facing each other, my gap is just your edge, your darkness is my brilliance, everything is just right and beautiful.
Originally, I always thought that this third kind of love existed only in the pair of lovers called "Sanmao and Jose" written in Sanmao's book. But when I saw Chopin's return, I suddenly discovered that all literary and artistic fantasies are not pretentious, but do have true feelings.
The Chopin I know is not a piano poet who lived in the 19th century, but he can be regarded as a piano patient in the 21st century. The "Chopin" in the title is really "Chopin", but "Liszt" is not his real name. But after witnessing the two people falling in love and killing each other, I felt that they looked very much like Chopin and Li Si?
There are no ups and downs or thrilling plots in "Chopin and Liszt". It just tells the story of a man who was kidnapped by a piano and a man who manipulated the black and white keys and fell in love with each other because of the musical notes.
If there is the most beautiful four-handed play in the world, I just want to listen to the two of them performing it.