I am very reluctant to write a film review, but the homework must be handed in, so I simply write it as a random comment. I hate the word film review. As a word-for-word person, I It's very calculated.

Last Friday afternoon, my entire mind was taken away by this movie. Although I am in the classroom, the dining room, the dormitory, and the library, my emotions and thoughts are always floating under the eaves of the white house by the river. The winter in Hangzhou is reflected in my pupils, but in my eyes But it was the ordinary but heart-pounding innocent love half a century ago.

"The Notebook", in a beautiful town in the western United States, that summer vacation, at the young man's party, Noah, the carpenter's son who had just started to have an affair in adolescence, met for the first time a man who came to the town to cross the river. Ellen, the daughter of a fake rich man, dressed in a red dress, noticed Noah's attention to her, but she felt disgusted or ignored.

What follows is a very inspiring scene for me. Noah really fell in love with her, so he showed his love bravely, bravely, without a hint of cowardice, and didn't care about family status or other people's eyes, and "went for it"!

The Ferris wheel turned. On a high bench, Allen, who was dating a handsome boy, was shocked: the silly and strange boy just climbed up the Ferris wheel. He hung directly in front of her like a monkey, pushed away the boy who was hugging Allen, and sat down next to Allen, with a red face, a little stuttering but calmly talking to him. Allen said "When shall we date"... a very silly move, a very silly young man; Allen remained unmoved, Noah became anxious, and suddenly hung himself in the air, this dangerous This move caused an uproar in the audience. Young Noah really risked his life for love. He loudly said that if you don't agree to go out with me, I won't come down... Noah is indeed an inspirational brother. He was about the same age as me at the time... well, at least the same generation. Compared to Noah's passion, when I think about myself, I feel really ashamed.

Until today, I am 22 years old and in my junior year of college. I have basically never confessed my love to a girl. I always keep my love in my heart, hide it, and never express it. So, I deserve it. Singles’ Day is a holiday. This kind of punishment, love must be spoken out!