Karen said, I'm a wanderer, I don't have to travel, but I've been to a lot of places. Perhaps, I have been to Africa like this.
I tried to express my liking, but I felt that the words were pale. The best things are indescribable, like the deepest love.
1. By chance,
I haven't read the original book "Out of Africa", and I haven't seen the movie before this year. The name has been heard for a long time. In 1985, Sidney Pollack photographed Africa in his mind. That year, I was just in college. At that time, in my mind, Oscar was much more sacred than it is now. I heard that the original video was released in the school's electronic classroom, but at that time, my interests were in other areas. In the early 1990s, on a business trip to Shenyang, I saw the title of "Out of Africa" at the entrance of the video hall in a narrow alley on Taiyuan Street.
The disc in my hand was bought last year. I don't know why I haven't watched it. A lot of things are about chance. This chance is a new movie "The Moment" starring Meryl Streep. There are many deaths in it. Streep in it has witnessed the death of a friend. She is the other side of life, calm and gentle, strong .
I liked her, so I watched all the films she starred in, one "Fall in Love", her extramarital affair with Robert De Niro, and one "Out of Africa".
2. Karen
I have a farm in Africa. In the beginning, she said.
I used to have a farm in Africa. Later, she said.
It was the same voice, vicissitudes, soothing, recalling, like falling into a dream that can't wake up. That's Streep's voice, it's Karen's voice, in this movie. I remember her voice was more than her face.
The music in the movie is as ethereal and affectionate as the sky, but her voice is the vicissitudes of life, gentleness, and a vast land. The earth is also hard at times, hard enough to endure the end of nothing. Her whole life was a dream that had existed, and she was sad, missed, happy--"If I knew a song about Africa, about giraffes, Africans trailing behind, farm implements, The endless fields, the sweet faces of coffee farmers, but Africa knows my song, the plains have the colors I once had, the children play games in my name, the full moon casts a shadow on me, and the The hills and the eagle who often visits me..." The shots that follow her voice are the eyes of a traveller who is about to travel far to his hometown.
I love her voice, and the stories she improvised to the man she later fell in love with. The imagination carried by her voice is as clear and charming as running water, and they flow down the blood to another person's heart.
I like her strength in the face of a rambunctious husband, in the face of countless silent nights in Africa, in the face of 500 acres of uncultivated wasteland, in the face of lions, in the face of the bankruptcy of the farm and the death of a beloved man.
I like every time she drinks on the African continent, the camp in the wild, the starlight, the red face of the campfire, the occasional growl of the beast in the depths of the night, the farm, and the friends who visit from afar, and the beloved man, and, when The empty big house after everything was lost, the loneliness and strength of a woman, and the wine glasses raised by the men who lowered their proud heads.
To men, she is the land of Africa, where we live only one life.
She was dead when she came out of Africa.
All that was muttering in the snowy night in Denmark was a nostalgic soul.
3. Dennis
Dennis is Karen's beloved man, the sky of Africa.
The sky is free and clear, like Dennis. At the beginning, Dennis either went hunting, or on the way to hunting, he walked in the African wilderness, accompanied by lions, elephants, bison, and antelopes.
She said he even went out in costume when he was hunting, with three guns, a month's supply of supplies, wine, and Mozart's music.
Later, he fell in love with the plane, hit it off at first sight, what could make a man more tempted than the dream of flying. Karen said he taught me to see the world with God's eyes. They flew together in the sky of Africa, looked down at the earth, and walked with gulls and birds. That was the most beautiful part of "Out of Africa".
There is nothing in the sky that can tie it down, and neither does Dennis. Sometimes, he is also affectionate to the woman he loves, but love is a stop on a long journey. It can stay for a while, but it cannot stop Dennis from roaming and flying.
When Karen finally gave an ultimatum to his frequent trips, Dennis said:
"It's my choice to be with you, I don't want to live according to other people's wishes, don't ask me, I don't want to wake up one morning To find myself a part of someone else, I'm willing to pay the price, to endure the occasional loneliness, to die alone, it's only fair."
Karen: Not necessarily, you have to pay the price for me.
Dennis: No, you can choose, wouldn't you do it for me? I will not get closer to you for a certificate, love you.
Karen: Some are worth having, but at a price, I wish I was one of them.
Dennis is gone, such a man would not trade his freedom for anything.
At the end, when he decides to give in to his feelings, the plane crashes.
Later, the Maasai people reported to the authorities that they had seen several lions on Dennis's grave at sunrise and sunset, with one male and one female standing and lingering for a long time. It was a high plateau where Dennis and Karen used to have a picnic, and there was a big, lush tree, and a few small, thin trees and some shrubs. The sky was blue and transparent, and the clouds stopped cleanly in the sky, motionless. Maybe that field is suitable for lions to rest and they can watch the plains, the herds and the wild beasts.
4. Africa
Sometimes I think of Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro, and the leopard that froze to death inexplicably. It's more about Africa.
Men will love Africa.
When I have nothing to do, I often rewatch a few clips of "Out of Africa". At the beginning, the train is driving on the wilderness, the land is boundless, and the train is a slowly drawn line; Dennis and Karen fly together, and below is the dark green virgin forest, The Great Plains, the antelopes are migrating, the Grand Canyon, the silver waterfall at the end of the canyon, the coastline, the flock of gulls flying, from the shadow of the cliff to the sunshine on the cloud, there is no language, only music, a melody repeated Strengthen, like the sound of nature; Karen's wandering before leaving, from Dennis's cemetery, to the village, the street, the school, the path under the tree.
In one shot, Dennis's plane flew over the ruts on the ground and flew straight to the depths of the blue sky. Over there, there was a snow-covered mountain in the distance. I don't know if it was Kilimanjaro.
That's where men are willing to die. 5. It was noon after
the rain finished watching the disc.
I go out and walk down the street.
The July sun is bright and hot, the streets are silent, the shadows of the trees are motionless, the sun hits the face, wraps around the arms and hands, just like Africa. That sun once shone on Isaac. Danson, shined on Karen and Dennis.
It rained at night. Gradually, a stream of water formed in the yard. The rain was thin and pale—perhaps all urban rain is like this, alienated by cement, steel bars, and locomotive exhaust. The real rain fell on the fields, mountains, forests, and on a farm in Africa in the last century, without any scruples, vividly, and joyfully, like a heart-wrenching cry. Karen said to the dam builders, forget it, let it go, it was theirs.
Indistinctly, I could hear the muffled thunder in the horizon, whether it was a sound from Africa.
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