The vast savannah, and the Tristan that is integrated with it, is a beautiful legend that cannot be replaced. There is a kind of unrestrainedness, a kind of pride, a kind of boundless wildness and freedom, and even a kind of hard fragility, we have to be overwhelmed and moved by it. And Susannah, just one of us.
As a woman, her beauty, her tenderness, everything she deserves to be cherished and cared for, did not bring her happiness, but because of love, the already fragile line of defense was destroyed again and again. Yes, love is a coquettish poison. There is no woman who can refuse, but can only let it be destroyed, even if her face withers and her youth burns out.
The grief-stricken image of Tristan at his brother's grave destroyed Susannah's first line of defense. For a woman, the most irresistible thing is that the man who has always been firm in your heart will completely expose his hidden vulnerability and tenderness to you. Tristan was a nightmare, and Susannah walked in fatefully, forgetting to think, forgetting, everything but Tristan. So, in this life, her heart, her soul, and everything she owns no longer belong to herself, but only to Tristan.
Susannah's second line of defense collapsed when Tristan drove away without hesitation. She gave in, she accepted Alfred against the wishes of all the audience. She is just a fragile woman, she needs to be cared for, when love becomes just a thought floating in the clouds every minute and every second, who can turn herself into a butterfly, not eat the fireworks of the world, and exist beautifully only for love.
But, Tristan is back, Tristan in dream, free Tristan, God-like Tristan is back. Things are different, what's the matter? Susannah, beautiful Susannah, broken like a dazzling amethyst, this is destiny.
In comparison, little Elizabeth is happy. Her perseverance made her the man of her dreams. Getting married, having children, and staying together is the dream of all women. And even if they didn't stay together for a long time, they died in the arms of the beloved man, leaving roots and nostalgia for their lover, which is still a kind of happiness.
Tragedy is the destruction of beauty for others to see. Susannah's shattering wasn't just a long sigh. Just like the lifeless beauty in ancient China, as weak as water, it gently flows through those arrogant and courageous ambitions, silently moisturizing.
Eve was a woman made from Adam's rib. This rib, no matter how it grows, is only a part of a man's body, a part of a man's life, and exists depending on a man.
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