看完法国电影《蝴蝶》的晚上,许久不肯闭上眼睛。仿佛眼睑一合,那些影像便要淡去,世界将重又归于嘈切、繁嚣。不会再有天籁般的童声一句句问询,仿若幼婴的耳语。《蝴蝶》像一组清新的田园诗,以润物细无声的方式,一点点渗入眼耳。那片屏幕,穿过蝴蝶斑斓的羽翼,给我一座惊艳府邸, After watching the French movie “Butterfly” for a long time, refused to close my eyes. As if the eyelids together, those images will have to fade, the world will again be at noisy, bustling. There will be no more like a child’s voice inquiry, like a baby’s whisper. “Butterfly” like a group of fresh idyllic, moisturizing subtle way, a little bit into the eyes and ears. That piece of screen, through the colorful butterfly wings, give me a stunning mansion,