我记得小时候《小妇人》四姐妹里最喜欢的是最没有存在感的Beth，像每个家庭里都会有这样一个角色守着家族最纯洁善良的部分。她没有太多野心，她是马奇剧社里永远的倾听者，她像天使一样留存着每一个人记忆的羽毛，是姐妹们各奔东西后共同的牵挂。每个人注定成长的方式不同，但有的人没经历过多的成长，因为她生来纯洁和沉静，就这样活在记忆深处。

beth临终时说，我没有太多的欲望和才华，我就喜欢宅在

迎迎星河，浅浅酒窝她携满天星海，脚踏月亮船她洗尽铅华，缓缓而来

张雪迎在这部剧里饰演容乐这个角色，

里面的道化服真的太好看了！每一套我都很喜欢！建议观看！强烈推荐！

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西启长公主容乐从昏迷中醒来，记忆全失，种种迹象令她对自己的身份产生怀疑。为结盟北临，容乐奉命嫁给北临王子无忧，却被无忧拒婚。容乐化名茶楼掌柜漫夭，秘密寻找秦家遗落的治世奇

迎迎星河，浅浅酒窝她携满天星海，脚踏月亮船她洗尽铅华，缓缓而来

张雪迎在这部剧里饰演容乐这个角色，

里面的道化服真的太好看了！每一套我都很喜欢！建议观看！强烈推荐！

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西启长公主容乐从昏迷中醒来，记忆全失，种种迹象令她对自己的身份产生怀疑。为结盟北临，容乐奉命嫁给北临王子无忧，却被无忧拒婚。容乐化名茶楼掌柜漫夭，秘密寻找秦家遗落的治世奇书，和无忧不打不相识。不知其真实身份的无忧对漫夭心生爱慕。当找到奇书之时，王兄容齐却要容乐嫁给北临大将军傅筹。容乐与傅筹达成假结婚协议，无忧此时发现漫夭就是容乐。痛苦中决心掌握自己命运的漫夭，却发现傅筹原来是无忧的亲兄弟，而她自己则是秦家遗于世的女儿秦漫。容乐他们意识到，身处乱世，他们连自己和亲人的幸福也护佑不了。最终容乐、无忧和傅筹跳出小我，放下恩怨，在容齐的舍身相助下，粉碎奸佞的阴谋，安定了朝局，他们也各自走向新的人生。

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韩国有不少男艺人都是模特出身，而后他们才从模特转型为演员。

他们之间的共同点不仅平均身高都达到了一米八五以上，颜值在人群中更是出众显眼，一个字形容他们，那

（本文首发于公众号【韩剧天使】 欢迎联系授权转载）

韩国有不少男艺人都是模特出身，而后他们才从模特转型为演员。

他们之间的共同点不仅平均身高都达到了一米八五以上，颜值在人群中更是出众显眼，一个字形容他们，那必然是帅。

虽然都不是表演学院毕业，但他们的演技从没有叫人挑出毛病。

模特出身的男艺人中最让大众熟悉的除了李钟硕和金宇彬外，当然还有安宰贤。

今天咱们就聊聊安宰贤的作品——

《有缺陷的人们》

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看到11集，简单统计一下能记住的工具人发挥助攻作用的情节（如有记错，求放过）

真?全员工具人。1.边镇王爷来到府上，指着女主叫：弟妹！2.男主的徒弟们永远给男女主留足相处时间，房间随便进┐(‘～`；)┌。3.男女主到宫里/庙里？，被当做夫妻。4.女主被反派挟持，男主追反派，反派说“男主很关心你很在乎你”。5.女主被挟持的时候

电影《无处为家》讲的是女主人公露西，是一个普通人，生活中遇到很多小小的不顺心的事情，有一天家里被小偷盗窃了，而警察又不是很有作为的抓小偷，所以露西决定自己查案，而帮助他的是邻居托尼，在破案或者说在找回失窃物品的获成功收获爱情，也感悟人生的道理吧，情节一般吧，只是它讲出了一个道理，即使生活很糟糕，即使生活充满不满，即使我们队这样的生活满腹怨言，但是我们不得不回到这样的生活中。

《The Newsroom》第一季开篇就在抨击茶党。当时还未看过“政治剧”的笔者眼中大放新闻自由之光，想着外媒真真实！搁我们这，哪能说呢！

如今六七年过去，英国人拍出了《PRESS》，我们呢，有《幕后之王》这样的电视行业剧了！真是对比感人。

而第二集中的一个情节，一个很有可能在咱们这发生的细节，很是感慨。

服装品牌Lydale买了Herald

父母有了二胎后 作为哥哥对新来的弟弟产生的危机感 还处于童年阶段的哥哥认为弟弟抢走了属于自己专属的来自父母的宠爱 弟弟也觉得这个哥哥对自己“不友好” 影片用了天马行空的构思以哥哥的视角展开了小孩子奇思妙想的精神世界 像海盗奇旅冒险等 通过和“新成员”弟弟的接触合作 逐渐变得彼此相爱 和睦共处 同时又映射了现在有些年轻父母所谓爱犬人士对宠物狗的关爱 缺乏对照顾小孩子更多的关注 缺乏和孩子的

个人认为康熙最巅峰的时候是S二胎前，那时候年轻，没有疲惫感，包括更早的娱乐百分百和大小爱吃都不错，后期的康熙可以在节目中明显感觉到S很多时候想快点录完收工回家。但即使这样，S还是真实的S.当港台大咖政客都请了一遍后，到瓶颈期，而后转型通告咖是第二巅峰，曲家瑞 小甜甜 沈玉琳 赵哥 melody 等太多人因为康熙走红。赵哥的呱呱现在想起来还是会笑。马东很聪明，奇葩说第一季开始的时间正好是康熙结

注水太多 剧情白痴 为了题材给一星 前面剧情拖沓，中间剧情简直没法看，编剧也要补补脑啊！开始是因为题材新颖才坚持看下去的，到12集实在看不下去了，剧本太烂。可惜了柳云龙 李小冉了，还要140啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊

太难看了，在家电视上看到几集，开头就是女人要和美国男人结婚拿绿卡，太窒息了，女主一个电视台主持人竟然不会一点英语，这不离谱？三男一女的老套剧情竟然还有，剧本奇烂，拍的也是稀烂，一点看不出来在美国，简直就是在中国拍的没什么区别，前期明明不富裕却住的这么好，整个剧就很离谱的程度。

台词也很尴尬，还需要细细打磨，有的情节也很无语，和全中国最大的地产商合作这个桥段比童话还童话啊，偶像剧现

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

Either peace or happiness,

let it enfold you

when I was a young man

I felt these things were

dumb, unsophisticated.

I had bad blood, a twisted

mind, a precarious

upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I

leered at the

sun.

I trusted no man and

especially no

woman.

I was living a hell in

small rooms, I broke

things, smashed things,

walked through glass,

cursed.

I challenged everything,

was continually being

evicted, jailed, in and

out of fights, in and out

of my mind.

women were something

to screw and rail

at, I had no male

friends,

I changed jobs and

cities, I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,

grandmothers,

marriage, movies,

spiders, garbagemen,

english accents,spain,

france,italy,walnuts and

the color

orange.

algebra angred me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a

fake

and flowers were for

pansies.

peace and happiness to me

were signs of

inferiority,

tenants of the weak

and

addled

mind.

but as I went on with

my alley fights,

my suicidal years,

my passage through

any number of

women-it gradually

began to occur to

me

that I wasn't different

from the

others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome

with hatred,

glossed over with petty

grievances,

the men I fought in

alleys had hearts of stone.

everybody was nudging,

inching, cheating for

some insignificant

advantage,

the lie was the

weapon and the

plot was

empty,

darkness was the

dictator.

cautiously, I allowed

myself to feel good

at times.

I found moments of

peace in cheap

rooms

just staring at the

knobs of some

dresser

or listening to the

rain in the

dark.

the less I needed

the better I

felt.

maybe the other life had worn me

down.

I no longer found

glamour

in topping somebody

in conversation.

or in mounting the

body of some poor

drunken female

whose life had

slipped away into

sorrow.

I could never accept

life as it was,

i could never gobble

down all its

poisons

but there were parts,

tenuous magic parts

open for the

asking.

I re formulated

I don't know when,

date, time, all

that

but the change

occurred.

something in me

relaxed, smoothed

out.

i no longer had to

prove that I was a

man,

I didn't have to prove

anything.

I began to see things:

coffee cups lined up

behind a counter in a

cafe.

or a dog walking along

a sidewalk.

or the way the mouse

on my dresser top

stopped there

with its body,

its ears,

its nose,

it was fixed,

a bit of life

caught within itself

and its eyes looked

at me

and they were

beautiful.

then- it was

gone.

I began to feel good,

I began to feel good

in the worst situations

and there were plenty

of those.

like say, the boss

behind his desk,

he is going to have

to fire me.

I've missed too many

days.

he is dressed in a

suit, necktie, glasses,

he says, 'I am going

to have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tell

him.

He must do what he

must do, he has a

wife, a house, children,

expenses, most probably

a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him

he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing

sunshine.

the whole day is

mine

temporarily,

anyhow.

(the whole world is at the

throat of the world,

everybody feels angry,

short-changed, cheated,

everybody is despondent,

disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of

peace, tattered shards of

happiness.

I embraced that stuff

like the hottest number,

like high heels, breasts,

singing,the

works.

(don't get me wrong,

there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism

that overlooks all

basic problems just for

the sake of

itself-

this is a shield and a

sickness.)

The knife got near my

throat again,

I almost turned on the

gas

again

but when the good

moments arrived

again

I didn't fight them off

like an alley

adversary.

I let them take me,

I luxuriated in them,

I made them welcome

home.

I even looked into

the mirror

once having thought

myself to be

ugly,

I now liked what

I saw, almost

handsome, yes,

a bit ripped and

ragged,

scares, lumps,

odd turns,

but all in all,

not too bad,

almost handsome,

better at least than

some of those movie

star faces

like the cheeks of

a baby's

butt.

and finally I discovered

real feelings of

others,

unheralded,

like lately,

like this morning,

as I was leaving,

for the track,

i saw my wife in bed,

just the

shape of

her head there

(not forgetting

centuries of the living

and the dead and

the dying,

the pyramids,

Mozart dead

but his music still

there in the

room, weeds growing,

the earth turning,

the tote board waiting for

me)

I saw the shape of my

wife's head,

she so still,

I ached for her life,

just being there

under the

covers.

I kissed her in the

forehead,

got down the stairway,

got outside,

got into my marvelous

car,

fixed the seatbelt,

backed out the

drive.

feeling warm to

the fingertips,

down to my

foot on the gas

pedal,

I entered the world

once

more,

drove down the

hill

past the houses

full and empty

of

people,

I saw the mailman,

honked,

he waved

back

at me.