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Analysis of the Narrative of the Film Daisy by Combining Literary Theory
Love in movies makes people feel really beautiful, beautiful daisies in the country.

It turned out that it was planted by one person, because he was a killer, and he heard from the battlefield veterans.

Only dirt can mask the smell of gunpowder.

Huiying goes there to paint every day for the exhibition.

He (Park Yi) noticed her, pure and beautiful in a sea of flowers.

Every day, she carefully walks across the wooden bridge to draw daisies.

But one day, when she tried to cross the river again, she fell into the stream.

And he has a panoramic view of all this, but she knows nothing.

He ran to her, and she had climbed out of the river.

Only painting tools float far away. He jumped into the river like a child for the first time, just to make her happy.

Chasing her painting tools, when he wanted to return them to her, he saw her leave in a mess.

The next day, he found a group of people and made a wooden bridge that was very different from the surrounding scenery in her opinion.

But she thought the bridge was unparalleled in beauty at that time, and her painting tools were hung in the middle of the bridge.

She began to realize that these things were done specially for her.

She stood in the middle of the bridge, raised her painting bag and said thank you around.

She doesn't know. The owner of the newly built bridge happened to pass by her and he heard it. He is very happy.

So she drew a daisy,

He hung it in the middle of the bridge when he left, and the next day, someone took it away. It was him.

She said daisies are like little sunflowers, really.

I'm regretting that I didn't insist on learning to draw. If I do,

Then I can go to the beautiful and quiet daisies in Amsterdam and paint my brush.

The bright sunshine is warmly sprinkled on the white flowers, even in such a hot summer.

And it's really comfortable.

The square in Amsterdam is very artistic, rich and fragrant. Hehe, the smell of oil painting pigments.

He knew he couldn't go near her, and he didn't dare.

But he couldn't help thinking of her.

He sends her a daisy every day, but he doesn't send it himself.

He just watches her in the apartment next door every day.

Send her home every day, with Park Yi's favorite classical music on the car.

In the square

She drinks coffee, so does he.

She stretched, and so did he.

She is happy, so is he.

Even if-she fell in love with another man she thought was his, and that man only used her to hide himself at first.

Observe the criminal opposite her. The other (JUNG WOO) is a policeman, who is looking for a target in the square.

I just bought a daisy by accident.

Then he came to Huiying's street painting booth and pretended to paint, in fact, in order to monitor criminals and unintentional daisies.

Let her think it's him. He's been waiting. It's Park Yi.

One rainy day, JUNG WOO didn't go to accompany her to paint, because she didn't need her cover on rainy days.

When he turned to leave, he suddenly saw a black shadow, which he thought was a drug dealer.

He followed the shadow into the path, only to be knocked unconscious by him ... when he woke up.

Found himself just robbed, smiled and said

Fortunately, it was a robbery, otherwise you would have died that day.

And that shadow is Park Yi, because Park Yi doesn't know who Junyu is, and he is afraid that Junyu will hurt Huiying.

After knocking him down, he rummaged through his wallet and found that Zhengyu was Interpol. ..

So he took the money inside and pretended to rob and left.

In Huiying's home, Huiying told Zhengyu a story about this country. He can't say it's him

Besides, it's not him. The only thing he can be sure of is that he is in love with her. ...

Until one day, PiaoYi still looked at Huiying as usual. Suddenly, he found that someone in the crowd next to him raised his gun.

Pointing at JUNG WOO and Huiying, Park Yi shot to protect Huiying. In the chaos, Huiying was injured. ...

And JUNG WOO also went to a rooftop to hunt down drug dealers, was hit, and lay in the middle of the square in front of Huiying. ..

In the hospital, Huiying was shot in the throat and lost her voice, while JUNG WOO was sent back to China.

When Park Yi finally got up the courage and approached Huiying to ask her to paint for himself, he was sad to find that she painted JUNG WOO. ..

Later, in order not to make Huiying so miserable, Park Yi accompanied her to the police station and asked what had happened.

It is cruel for Huiying, who knows nothing, to know that she is only being used.

She was used by the person she loved, but she was still waiting for the "wrong person" and didn't accept the "right person". For park geun-hye, she only apologized.

The nicer park geun-hye is to her, the more guilty she feels.

Until JUNG WOO returned to Holland and said sorry to Huiying, Huiying touched her neck and couldn't speak.

Rushed into the room, looking for the card she had written, without blaming, just holding it in front of her.

Ask him, how are you ..

In the house, helpless Park Yi could only watch all this silently until Junyu left and Huiying closed the door helplessly.

It seems that I am asking for help from Park Yi, who is already very sad inside. Park Yi could do nothing but look at Huiying who was sitting at the table crying in pain.

Leave sadly ..

JUNG WOO said she lost her voice and I lost you.

In order to investigate the case in the square, JUNG WOO's boss analyzed that there must be a professional killer.

So hire a killer, appoint a killer that day, kill yourself, and then catch him red-handed.

But when JUNG WOO said what to do if the killer really succeeded, the boss was speechless. At this moment,

JUNG WOO said, kill me. ..

Park Yi lives in a beautiful boathouse on the canals of amsterdam.

He will also plant daisies in the boathouse, but he will receive another kind of flower-the queen of the night.

Every time he sends it, it means that he has a new mission. The goal of this mission is JUNG WOO. ...

Park Yi went and saw Jung-woo in the car in the square. JUNG WOO said to his colleagues who were lying in ambush outside in the car.

This is my friend. Let's leave now. The car is driving, and the car is rock music. Park Yi said it was too noisy.

Change it. Zheng Yu asked about classical music, and Park Yi said yes.

The car drove to a river, but JUNG WOO first asked, why didn't you do it just now?

Both of them think each other is the most suitable person around Huiying. JUNG WOO said that Park Yi was the person she had been waiting for.

JUNG WOO got off, and then Park Yi got off, followed by a gunshot. ..

On this day, it was Huiying's art exhibition day, and Park Yi came to pay tribute with a bunch of daisies in his hand.

I saw Huiying, who was heartbroken, because Zhengyu was killed in the line of duty. ..

A year later.

A quiet life has never let Huiying forget the pain a year ago.

She still can't accept Park Yi, and she only has deeper guilt for Park Yi.

When she went to the cemetery in JUNG WOO, she met JUNG WOO's former boss.

The boss said it was a year, but there was no clue to the case.

I only know that I was called away by a man who claimed to be a friend of JUNG WOO on the day of the accident, and I haven't heard from him since.

Later, I found classical music on the radio in JUNG WOO's car. JUNG WOO always disliked classical music the least.

What does this remind Huiying of?

She came to his boathouse as if looking for something. All she saw was the paintings she gave him and his favorite classical music.

She inadvertently remembered that when she first came here, Park Yi closed a similar underground door.

Said it was a warehouse. She saw the queen of the night, flowers in sharp contrast to daisies, and some locked boxes.

She came home with a box and saw Park Yi cooking dinner for her. She slammed the box on the table angrily.

Strike the table with your hands, because you can't talk, strike the table angrily, cry,

There are photos and materials of the target when he took the task, including Zheng Yu and Zheng Yu's boss. ...

And silent pistol who killed Park Yi. She pointed a gun and a photo at him.

She is about to collapse, maybe she can't bear such a blow. She fell down and threw herself into his arms. ...

But the truth of the matter is what Park Yi's boss did. Just after Park Yi got off the bus, JUNG WOO was killed.

Park Yi himself said to Huiying, I'm sorry I couldn't save him.

But Huiying didn't find it. ..

Park Yi hasn't received a task for a year. It's been a calm year.

And just then, he received a phone call from the night queen, and the target was Zheng Yu's boss.

The boss behind the park geun-hye killer group told him in Whitechapel that as long as he did it this time, it would never happen again.

He promised

Huiying's home. Huiying woke up and saw that Puyi had disappeared around her.

On the table, I haven't seen daisies and a piece of paper for a long time in the country. ...

The newspaper said, I'm sorry, I thought I could protect you without telling you anything.

But I was wrong, which made you even sadder. ...

She took the painting all the way to Harlem Square, met Zhengyu's boss, and prepared at Puyi.

When she pulled the trigger, she pushed her boss away, and Park Yi was shocked.

Before, he told her that I could read lips. Tell me, Huiying said, Park Yi said, can you read lips? Right?

Huiying was shocked. ....

At this point, Huiying cried and said to Piaoyi, who didn't know where she was hiding, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize her. ..

Stop it! Stop it! You make me so happy ... She held that daisy high.

It's simple. She's telling him how happy she is.

Let him see how happy her first love at the age of 25 is. ..

At this point, Park Yi appeared in front of her and said, I'm sorry, I can't, I'm sorry, I'm not a man worth waiting for. ..

Just when everything was about to start again, the reflection of the killer's car hidden in the dark came back to Huiying's eyes.

Huiying knew something was going to happen, and she hugged Park Yi. Meanwhile, the bullet got into Huiying's back. ...

Bright red blood was sprayed on the white daisy.

Park Yi had to watch his beloved woman die in her arms because of her own death. He growled that we should start over. But Huiying left him happily. He must remember Huiying's happy face when she died. Because she finally knew who she was waiting for, who gave her happiness, or who she really loved.

Finally, in the white church, I heard two shots.

None of them exist, perhaps only Baiju exists to pay homage to Huiying and Puyi's short and happy love. ...

"The dream love is close at hand, but I don't know." At the end of the film, I copied the memory of another story.

"At dusk, in the middle of the night, I tiptoed, all empty, and then lonely and gentle.

Forget the world and you, and mourn the love you once had.

Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go, the emotions in these tears.

On that day, nothing will be left, except a moment or a gust of wind, and you will forget me and live in this world. "

I never thought it would be so long, because I just wanted to write down my feelings, but I didn't expect to write down all the plots.

Maybe it's because I'm so immersed in it,

Romance in Amsterdam,

The beauty of daisies swaying in the wind,

The splendor of European architecture,

People really walked into a huge oil painting of17th century. Maybe tragedy can move people. Finally, the empty gunshot ended Amsterdam's sadness, leaving a fragrant daisy to record something, or the phrase "flowers for you!" "

Although comedy can also make people like it, it is only temporary happiness. Perhaps sadness really makes people remember for a lifetime, but short-lived happiness is really hard to find in life.

However, it is still very contradictory. Huiying is still the happiest, because she has waited for that person, and she loves the person she wants to love most.

But I still feel sorry. I don't think the last few seconds of happiness are enough.

Maybe all dead is the best destination, otherwise no matter who is alive, it is torture.

Gorgeous Amsterdam, sad atmosphere. Still very happy, sad and moved. ...