Buddhists say, "the prison of love", which means that if there is love and love, it will bring bondage to each other. I agree with this point of view very much. Love is something that is elusive and like flint and light. If two people who cannot stay together, if they have to force it, it will undoubtedly destroy love.
Well, I admit, they didn't get together, that's the ending I wanted.
The state of Iowa in the 1960s was so oppressive, which was much lower than I had always imagined about the openness of the United States. Maybe it's because they are devout Christians. According to Christian teachings, Christians cannot get divorced. After all, the thinking at that time was very different from that of today.
Francesca didn't need a divorce, at least until Robert came along. But as Robert defined, Francesca is definitely not a shallow woman. She told Robert that although this place was nice, it was not the place where her small dreams were sent. Yes, who has never had their own dreams, about love, about marriage, about life, about the future. Francesca, she was undoubtedly a brave woman, for love, away from Italy, followed her lover all the way to Iowa.
But love isn't always what it was at first. After marriage, she quit her job as a teacher to become a real housewife. Ordinary and trivial life can grind anyone's definition of a dream, especially a woman trapped in family and responsibilities.
Very ordinary encounter. A man who looked a little trancey drove a broken car to the door to ask for directions. He was Robert. When Francesca saw him, he was casual, not even wearing shoes. Only when she went back to put on her shoes to take him to Roseman Bridge, she reached behind and tugged at her skirt. Hmm... I don't know how men will react when they see women doing this kind of action, but I still think this shot is full of hints and provocations. Of course, she did it unintentionally, and things like cheating were too far away from her at that time.
The two drove to Rothman Bridge and chatted about each other's lives in the car. Obviously Francesca doesn't want to talk much about her life - what's there to talk about? Tell him how to take care of three meals a day at home, wash and rinse? Or tell him how to drive the tractor to the farm to harvest? Compared to Robert, the free-spirited photojournalist, his life was completely lackluster. To Francesca's surprise, Robert had even been to her hometown, the small Italian town of Bari, and stayed there for a few days just because he saw the beautiful scenery there from the car. It was unimaginable to her that someone could be so free and free without a family and without a wife. What made her even more incredible was that he was not afraid of being alone. He said he needed everyone. But in another sense, needing everyone also means that he doesn't need anyone. His world is enough with himself.
Such a man is undoubtedly attractive because of his freedom. This is a fatal attraction for Francesca. A stylized life is a cage that every woman who once had a dream wants to break through. Robert encouraged her: "Most people are afraid of change. If you have faith in change, you won't be sad." But Francesca, as she realized, is no different from most people, afraid of change. Afraid of change and resistance to change.
Is the Roseman Bridge beautiful? I think it's okay, not as beautiful as the movie says. What really makes it beautiful is not the shape of the bridge itself, but the story.
By the bridge, Robert picked a bunch of wildflowers as a thank you to Francesca. He handed the flower to Francesca uneasily, but Francesca teased him: "The flower is beautiful, but it is poisonous." Robert dropped the flower in his hand in fright. Knowing that they were cheated, Robert and Francesca laughed together. People are always like this. When two people have the same secret, interest, and even embarrassment, the distance is quickly shortened.
Then came the evening refreshments, music, walks, drinks, and chats. After Robert left, Francesca drove to the Rothman Bridge and posted a note:
When the moth flutters its wings,
come over, anytime.
This is Ye Ci's poem, the common hobby of the two. So, the tacit understanding starts here.
As a foil, there is also a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks in the town, Lucy and Dimon. The two suffered from the criticism and scorn from everyone in the town. When Robert learned of the story the next day, he called to persuade Francesca not to go to him, so as not to hurt her reputation. Francesca certainly wouldn't listen. Everything about that man was deeply attracted to her, and she would not stop going. The only thing that can make a woman so crazy is love.
At night at Francesca's house, Robert was taking a shower, and Francesca was standing outside the bathroom door listening. On such occasions, the sound of rushing water is too provocative. She picked up his clothes and smelled it, still full of provocative scenes. Well, people who can't stand it please ignore me, but I'm telling the truth.
The two then dined together, accompanied by low-pitched jazz. I was a little disappointed at first when the two of them drove to Rothman Bridge because Robert said he always listened to the blues. I wish he would tune the radio to jazz, I prefer jazz. But now that I think about it, people like Robert should of course listen to the blues often. The blues belongs to the desire for life and the cry of dreams, while the low-level jazz belongs only to the lingering love.
Our heroine deliberately groomed herself and put on her new dress for the day. Robert was stunned. He looked straight at her: "You are amazingly beautiful, please forgive me for saying that. But you are so beautiful that you want to cry everywhere." If it wasn't for a phone call when the two were staring at each other, I guess they It's time to "see each other until the movie is over".
Naturally, encouraged by jazz, they danced. Jazz is so magical, it's low-pitched but sensational, and it can stir people's emotions. That's why I love jazz so much but always resist it: it's so ecstatic, it's easy to get addicted and hard to get out of it. The saxophone and vibraphone hit the heart with a different tones, and the bass's low and elegant harmony is too easy to draw out the depravity, intoxication, and even frenzy in human nature.
Of course, the two protagonists are also intoxicated and frantic. Love comes, without any warning, just in an instant. But it is ferocious and nothing can resist.
I believe that the music that Robert often listens to in the future will no longer be blues. He has been captured by love, and here is the place of jazz. He must have often listened to jazz's sad and low-pitched tones in the middle of the night, and then let his thoughts spread wildly in the night, eating his heart and bones.
Well, I'm so cruel.
But we can only stay together for four days. At the end of four days, the husband will return with a pair of children. When it was time for parting, a woman's nature finally exploded. In love, women long for commitment, longing for eternity, longing for a man to be single, longing for a long-term relationship. In Francesca's heart, according to Robert's way of life, he could not give her any promise, maybe she was just one of the women he met in his long wandering life.
And this kind of doubt is undoubtedly a great harm to the person he loves deeply.
Francesca forgets one thing, that is, she is not free, she has her own home, husband and children. Even if Robert gave her a promise, she wouldn't set herself free.
Although true love should never be confined to morality, in addition to morality, there are also responsibilities. She can't escape.
Francesca: You don't understand, when a woman decides to get married and have children, one part of her life begins, but the other ends forever. Life is full of petty things, and you stop and stay where you are so your kids can come and go. After they leave, your life is empty. You should move forward again, but unfortunately you have forgotten how to take a step, because for a long time no one has told you to take a step, and you yourself have forgotten to move. But you never imagined that such love would happen to you.
Robert: But now you have such love.
Francesca: I want to keep this love forever. I wish I could love you like this all my life. But if we leave together, we will lose this love. I can't let my life go away and start all over again. I can only try, in the depths of my heart, to hold you and me tightly.
There is magic in love, but if you give up responsibility, the magic disappears. Knowing that Francesca wouldn't go with him, Robert said, "Explore the reason why I made the picture, and the only reason is to lead me toward you. I have done everything in my life to lead me toward you. Come." He said, "I'm only saying this once, I've never said that before. This kind of exact love comes only once in a lifetime."
Then he went away, leaving nothing behind.
When her husband and children came back, she wiped away her tears and forced a smile, but she glanced at the road from time to time. It's a pity that there will be no more loved ones who drive the car and raise the dust in the sky to fly towards her.
You know that your concubine has a husband, and you give your concubine a pair of pearls.
Feeling the lingering meaning of you, it is tied to the red Luo Ru.
The concubine's high-rise building is connected to the garden, and the beloved holds the halberd in the bright light.
Huanjun Mingzhu is in tears, wishing to meet when she was not married.
The amazingly short four days, the splendid love like fireworks, is like a dream.
I didn't expect them to meet again. She and her husband went shopping in town, and it was raining heavily. She saw him in the car, he was standing in the rain, soaking wet. He just looked at her so quietly, with a sad, heartbreaking expression on his face. The two of them looked at each other, reminding me of a lyric from "Sorrow": "Complex and slightly sour ups and downs, like the nocturne we love deeply."
If it were me, I would definitely jump out of the car without hesitation and run over, Give your lover a big, affectionate hug without worrying about the consequences.
But her husband opened the door and got in the car, so she had to look away. Then Robert turned around, got in the car, started the car, and left. She collapsed instantly.
Fortune is really funny. When the light was red, Francesca and her husband's car happened to be waiting behind Robert's car. She stared intently at his every move in the car: he took off the necklace she had given him around his neck and wrapped it around the car's rear-view mirror. He knew she could see.
The green light came on, but his car remained motionless. She secretly twisted the car door handle. She must have made a silent bet in her heart: if he doesn't go, I'll go with him. But the husband next to him got impatient, and he honked the horn to urge. Then Robert started the car and left. Tears welled up from her eyes.
The husband next to him took a long time to find his wife crying, and he was very confused. Of course he was confused, how could he know that the wife beside him was in grief now, how could he imagine that she was going through a heart-breaking farewell.
Because we are all ordinary people, poor and monotonous or vigorous, we can only have undercurrents in our hearts, no one can know, no one can understand. Love is like a flower that blooms in a distant and deep valley. No one will cheer for its bloom, no one will sigh for its withering, and all the ups and downs of joy and sorrow will not be known to others.
"Let's live with one heart, and be sad to die", that's the kind of sadness.
He was gone forever. Back to her side, it has become a box of relics. Letters, cameras, bracelets, necklaces, photographs, beautifully bound souvenir booklets with Four Days printed on them. His ashes were scattered under the Rothman Bridge. Seeing the lover's letter, the old Francesca burst into tears.
But as she put it, "I understand that love is incomprehensible, pure and absolute mystery. If Robert and I can stay together, the feeling will disappear. If Richard and I are separated, we have nothing in common. It will disappear. I really want to share my experience with my family, if I do that, my life will change. Has anyone else seen that beauty?
" Although we can't stay together, as long as true love is always there, it's worth it.
She made a will and scatters her ashes under the Rothman Bridge after her death. She dedicated her life to her family, and after her death, she will dedicate her ashes to the man she loves dearly.
This beautiful and sad story finally moved a pair of children, they finally decided to follow their mother's wishes, and the two began to face up to their crumbling marriage.
As for me who was moved, um, I was moved and sighed, that's enough. If your story has not happened yet, wait patiently, as Francesca said, "people should pursue happiness in life, there are too many good things in life." If your story has happened, think about it, as Robert said , "Old dreams are beautiful. Although they haven't come true, I'm glad I had them." After all, such exact love only happens once in a lifetime.
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