I watched Ni Shuihan two days ago. To be honest, the plot and characters in the TV series were not very good. I only felt heartbroken for one person, Zhuge Hongpao. I forgot her name, but only remembered the title given to her by someone.
In fact, I can't write better words to praise her. Moreover, such a character cannot be described in a pile of words. I just checked her comments to find some comfort and see if anyone has the same reluctance as me. I don't know how to mourn, so I have to watch other people mourn.
Remember a poem
Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, who do not let the world grow old.
She is both a beauty and a red lotus that blooms proudly in the cold blood of the battlefield.
She is also a famous general, the leader of the three villages who is powerful in the world.
So she is destined to only see flowers bloom but not fall. Her life is fixed at the most beautiful and touching moment. It is a kind of happiness for her, right?
Destiny makes the distance between them very ambiguous. They get along day and night, and they are just one step away.
This distance deceived me, making me think that their entanglement would not end easily due to the thread of fate.
The moment death caught her off guard, I heard the laughter of the God of Death.
Compassion, yet determination
I express my regret and heartache for her death in my own special way
Thinking that constantly searching for posts about her on the Internet or coming up with new far-fetched plots can delay her death.
Because in my eyes, her death did not force the person she loved deeply to express his feelings for her in a few words, which was also unique.
Or the words are very pale, and his actions have already expressed his feelings.
I believe that she is different from ordinary women, so I have a life-and-death dependence on her that transcends gender and a sincere relationship with her.
Trusting her every word without reservation gave her the opportunity to sacrifice herself to save him.
After knowing the meaning of death, he did not hesitate to return to danger. He knew that there was no hope of recovery, but he still wanted to keep her at all costs.
For Hongpao, all this may be enough
She is not an ordinary woman
Nothing you say at this time has any practical meaning.
At most, it will only leave endless pain and regret to the beloved master
Does this prove how important she is to him?
She disdains
Her importance has long been engraved in the headmaster's heart
She was confident that he understood and would remember it for the rest of her life, so she said nothing.
She is considerate and doesn't want her love to be a burden, so she doesn't say anything.
She is so passionate that she lives and dies calmly, so there is no need to say anything.
She really didn't have to say anything
Likewise, he will not talk about any memories about her in the days to come.
A past event and a secret in my heart
Who can tell that he was not tempted by every word of praise?
Who can say that he didn't rely on her at all despite the iron-clad tenderness in Qing Qing's battlefield?
Who can tell what drove him to look at her guarding her in the melting ice and snow, and the cold light of the fire?
Who can say that An Xin accepted her care in the name of brothers and sisters without any selfishness at all?
Who can tell whether she and he have been connected through life and death, and whether they have already become each other's support?
Who can tell whether he heard the call of his heart when he looked back at her for the last time and saw her standing strong in the yellow sand.
Who can explain that desperately trying to snatch her back from the god of death is not the most painful thing to lose her, and that she would rather live and die together?
Who can tell that cherishing one's own responsibility to regain life for her last wish and the hope of living are not another kind of eternal memory of her.
No matter who he is with
She, the red dress is like the blood in her heart
She stands with a smile in the ice and snow, she takes charge of herself on the battlefield, she scolds ghosts and gods in the wind and rain
When the lotus blooms, her life blooms in the reincarnation of his memory...
I watched Ni Shuihan two days ago. To be honest, the plot and characters in the TV series were not very good. I only felt heartbroken for one person, Zhuge Hongpao. I forgot her name, but only remembered the title given to her by someone. In fact, I can't write better words to praise her. Moreover, such a character cannot be described in a pile of words. I just checked her comments to find some comfort and see if anyone has the same reluctance as me. I don't know how to mourn, so I have to watch other people mourn. Remember a poem Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, who do not let the world grow old. She is both a beauty and a red lotus that blooms proudly in the cold blood of the battlefield. She is also a famous general, the leader of the three villages who is powerful in the world. So she is destined to only see flowers bloom but not fall. Her life is fixed at the most beautiful and touching moment. It is a kind of happiness for her, right? Destiny makes the distance between them very ambiguous. They get along day and night, and they are just one step away. This distance deceived me, making me think that their entanglement would not end easily due to the thread of fate. The moment death caught her off guard, I heard the laughter of the God of Death. Compassion, yet determination I express my regret and heartache for her death in my own special way Thinking that constantly searching for posts about her on the Internet or coming up with new far-fetched plots can delay her death. Because in my eyes, her death did not force the person she loved deeply to express his feelings for her in a few words, which was also unique. Or the words are very pale, and his actions have already expressed his feelings. I believe that she is different from ordinary women, so I have a life-and-death dependence on her that transcends gender and a sincere relationship with her. Trusting her every word without reservation gave her the opportunity to sacrifice herself to save him. After knowing the meaning of death, he did not hesitate to return to danger. He knew that there was no hope of recovery, but he still wanted to keep her at all costs. For Hongpao, all this may be enough She is not an ordinary woman Nothing you say at this time has any practical meaning. At most, it will only leave endless pain and regret to the beloved master Does this prove how important she is to him? She disdains Her importance has long been engraved in the headmaster's heart She was confident that he understood and would remember it for the rest of her life, so she said nothing. She is considerate and doesn't want her love to be a burden, so she doesn't say anything. She is so passionate that she lives and dies calmly, so there is no need to say anything. She really didn't have to say anything Likewise, he will not talk about any memories about her in the days to come. A past event and a secret in my heart Who can tell that he was not tempted by every word of praise? Who can say that he didn't rely on her at all despite the iron-clad tenderness in Qing Qing's battlefield? Who can tell what drove him to look at her guarding her in the melting ice and snow, and the cold light of the fire? Who can say that An Xin accepted her care in the name of brothers and sisters without any selfishness at all? Who can tell whether she and he have been connected through life and death, and whether they have already become each other's support? Who can tell whether he heard the call of his heart when he looked back at her for the last time and saw her standing strong in the yellow sand. Who can explain that desperately trying to snatch her back from the god of death is not the most painful thing to lose her, and that she would rather live and die together? Who can tell that cherishing one's own responsibility to regain life for her last wish and the hope of living are not another kind of eternal memory of her. No matter who he is with She, the red dress is like the blood in her heart She stands with a smile in the ice and snow, she takes charge of herself on the battlefield, she scolds ghosts and gods in the wind and rain When the lotus blooms, her life blooms in the reincarnation of his memory...