都说人生如初见，但我宁愿永不见。

上一篇文章刚感慨吴樾在网大《张三丰》里的不精彩演出，马上就轮到了胡兵的《中华英雄之风云再起》的无可奈何了。真是天理循环，报应不爽，我究竟做错了什么，要登陆爱奇艺看这些莫名其妙的玩意。

都说人生如初见，但我宁愿永不见。

上一篇文章刚感慨吴樾在网大《张三丰》里的不精彩演出，马上就轮到了胡兵的《中华英雄之风云再起》的无可奈何了。真是天理循环，报应不爽，我究竟做错了什么，要登陆爱奇艺看这些莫名其妙的玩意。

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原著里紫川宁是这么形容紫川三杰的:

紫川宁也曾将家族三杰的气质做过比较：“斯特林是头猛虎，具有王者之风；帝林象条眼镜蛇，冰冷而残酷，难以亲近；至于紫川秀——无法形容，只好说他象条鼻涕虫…”

你就看看这选角有哪个对的上！制片人和导演你们眼睛瞎了，我们观众眼睛可

电影相比于电视剧节奏太快，温情不够，两个爸爸同样出色，gakki演的更好也更漂亮——谈谈自己的爸爸吧，最近他好像有心事，人生处在一个尴尬的位置，不喝酒就保持沉默，对任何事都没有激情，喝完酒拖着我说很多，关于工作，关于待遇。我知道还有很多话他说不出口，但是我能理解。付出得不到承认，工作被冷嘲热讽，没人诉说，只能以酒浇愁。这一点反而父子之间更有共鸣。性格使然，他真的没有心眼，在游戏中被人套路，真

电影相比于电视剧节奏太快，温情不够，两个爸爸同样出色，gakki演的更好也更漂亮——谈谈自己的爸爸吧，最近他好像有心事，人生处在一个尴尬的位置，不喝酒就保持沉默，对任何事都没有激情，喝完酒拖着我说很多，关于工作，关于待遇。我知道还有很多话他说不出口，但是我能理解。付出得不到承认，工作被冷嘲热讽，没人诉说，只能以酒浇愁。这一点反而父子之间更有共鸣。性格使然，他真的没有心眼，在游戏中被人套路，真希望他做个简简单单的人，没有忧愁，远离烦恼。如果可以，我愿意为他承担所有一切，何尝不是另一种父子换身！爸爸，我超级爱你噢！

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用现在的眼光看以前的电视剧难免有很多漏洞，剧情上的，剪辑上的都有，可是里面人物的魅力和相互碰撞出的火花更吸引人。最初是去看追命后来发现这个现在的单元剧不同破个案子要十集左右，中间还要穿插其他故事，要不是一直提起被杀之人，都快要忘记还有一个案子要查了，想想古人查案也挺不容易的，不像现在有很多高科技的东西，进展难也可以理解。

在b站看的，有很多有趣的认真的弹幕，是一次愉快的观看。弹幕

废话少说 写下感受吧 参加完首映礼 本来对影片没报什么太大希望 本着看一会就撤的心态去的 结果就是影片中多次泪点的爆发让我完整的看完该片 这部片子可能没有什么火爆的动作 也没有什么科幻大秀 但从弘扬励志精神上来看 绝对是精品！网球运动员世界冠军张帅的教练 也看哭了 我身边的小伙伴眼睛也都湿润了 。

这部片子如果你是只看开头 或者结尾 你觉得会是个烂片 但是你要是完整

废话少说 写下感受吧 参加完首映礼 本来对影片没报什么太大希望 本着看一会就撤的心态去的 结果就是影片中多次泪点的爆发让我完整的看完该片 这部片子可能没有什么火爆的动作 也没有什么科幻大秀 但从弘扬励志精神上来看 绝对是精品！网球运动员世界冠军张帅的教练 也看哭了 我身边的小伙伴眼睛也都湿润了 。

这部片子如果你是只看开头 或者结尾 你觉得会是个烂片 但是你要是完整的看完我保证你会感动 也许很多年轻人对这片子评价很低 但看过后肯定评价不一样。

我真心希望国人应该发扬这种励志精神 多看看这些励志的电影 少看那些小鲜肉的垃圾片子 中国需要正能量 需要励志！

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剧透慎入！！！！！重要的事情只讲一遍！！！！！

想了想还是给三星吧！严重剧透！！！！！这片子毒点很多，譬如主线的哥哥骗妹妹去韩国结婚，为了达成遗产继承条件。虽然最后剧本圆回来了，两人不是亲兄妹（甚至不是亲人）这里又引出一个or两个？毒点。父亲

在央视八套次黄金档播出，由董力执导，朱梓骁、娄艺潇领衔主演的《高兴的酸甜苦辣》，以0.739%的收视率，获得了同时段全频道电视剧收视榜第一。而且，还比前面黄金档播出那部剧收视率高出那么一点点。

在央视八套次黄金档播出，由董力执导，朱梓骁、娄艺潇领衔主演的《高兴的酸甜苦辣》，以0.739%的收视率，获得了同时段全频道电视剧收视榜第一。而且，还比前面黄金档播出那部剧收视率高出那么一点点。

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拾光这本小说几年前看过，现在已经不大记得里头的情节了，就只记得是个蛮甜的故事。前几天在腾讯看到它居然影视化了，时值剧荒，自然是要来瞅两眼的。

现在的追剧进度是跟上了更新，就我而言，我对拾光这部剧的观感还是非常好的，可以看得出来，剧组在剧本的改编上花了一番功夫。

拾光这本小说几年前看过，现在已经不大记得里头的情节了，就只记得是个蛮甜的故事。前几天在腾讯看到它居然影视化了，时值剧荒，自然是要来瞅两眼的。

现在的追剧进度是跟上了更新，就我而言，我对拾光这部剧的观感还是非常好的，可以看得出来，剧组在剧本的改编上花了一番功夫。

小说中的男主徐嘉修的公司小有规模，在剧中徐嘉修成了创业公司的老板，带着几个手下在互联网这片红海中拼杀。我觉得剧中的设定弱化了男主传统霸总的人设，很接地气。剧中男女主有大量的互怼戏，如果不是小规模的创业公司，很难对老板跟财务总监这样的身份产生代入感。

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最近听过吴伯凡和梁冬说的爱的策略那集里，关于获得爱情 并结婚修成正果里说的，幸福只是个时间缺口，你要遇到，或者说找到，或者说创造都行，这个缺口，并使劲钻进去，那就是靠造化或者说大部分时间靠能力的。 我认为真是说爱情，我是说玩真的爱情，不谈原因的，就是爱你的情，其实只是一场游戏。 玩游戏就要有对手，太强太弱都不行。这个理论在东吴这期节目里也有讨论。 你要是想有爱情，首先你得有渴望，你得在寻

这是一部配乐，画面，叙事都很符合上个世纪90年代美国电影风格的做工精良的好电影。但因为我并没有掌握评论电影的技巧，所以我写下的这些与影评无关，只是个人观影之后的主观臆断，另外我也没有看过原著，难免会出现错误，还望指正。

这是一部配乐，画面，叙事都很符合上个世纪90年代美国电影风格的做工精良的好电影。但因为我并没有掌握评论电影的技巧，所以我写下的这些与影评无关，只是个人观影之后的主观臆断，另外我也没有看过原著，难免会出现错误，还望指正。

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很有意思的一部片子。

偶然看到这部片子，也没有事先了解过，看题目的时候并没有意识到是时光倒流的题材，保留了一丝悬念吧。虽然是时光倒流的题材，按理放现在都已经用烂了，但这部十多年前的片子，剧情居然还不错，演员表现可圈可点，剧情推进不拖沓，不像现在的片子那样拖泥带水，一直看到了结尾才反应过来已经结尾，意犹未尽，要是按现在的套路，

全剧就围绕一个龙头杖。二十年了，军阀在找，说军费不够，不够你还能挺20年。朱可发要把它交给革命军，交了20年也没交。最后朱飘逸到上海，都联系上了革命党了，那么久了还是没交。因为这个，梁家父女全死了。

男二很坏，但是一心想报仇。男一很好，但是学好武功了，说不想报仇了。杀父之仇说不报就不报了？对得起几十年养育之恩么？梁家父女死了当时挺悲痛，扭头第二天就和老婆打情骂俏，所以说明谁都靠不

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.