said that the Bible is actually not as boring as you think. In Solomon's song and the Song of Solomon in the song, there are certain words that even the clergy would blush when they read it.
The Bible is not a book of asceticism. To understand The purity and sublime nature of a love really needs to be experienced to testify. Outsiders can never understand the crazy behavior of the lover's ups and downs.
Sometimes feelings don't need a lot of fancy things, so Finney gradually lost her enthusiasm for dance parties and costumes, and sometimes feelings require a lot of effort, so Keats was full of resistance and hesitation about Finney's feelings.
It's not arty, Gu Ying's self-pity is just a romantic affair. When he was overwhelmed with emotion and asked her impulsively if she fell in love with her companion, Finney didn't defend herself, but turned and left. She thought he should have known. Even if the surface is calm. My heart has been boiling a million times.
It's not like Keats, he was embarrassed by his own life, he could not give Finney the protection of life, his world was so pure that there was only the quiet fragrance and elegance of poetry. However, the intrusion of such a girl who was completely different from his life completely disrupted his Pingruhu heart.
The pool is messed up.
heartbroken.
Love will not be sad, but heart will. And the time limit of a film makes life less narration of day and night and has a gradient span. Therefore, when watching, I always feel that the relationship of this pair is in violent turmoil all the time.
Finney learned poetry from Keats, earnestly and persistently. She wanted to get closer to Keats' heart by stepping into such a world.
Finney held the Keats letter tightly to his chest and kissed it repeatedly. This kind of living letter carries pure and bright love.
Faith is not just about words. The texture of the paper and the breath on the paper are also metaphors. Finney gave Keats only a note of good night, a note soaked in countless times by her breath and kisses. Finney and Keats were separated by a wall, each with their heads against the wall, in an attempt to convey warmth. Finney and Keats looked at each other from a distance, with special eyes. In the picturesque scenery, they only regarded each other as the only beautiful scenery.
The Song of Solomon chapter in the Bible is indeed full of eroticism and fiery love. One of them: My beloved stretched out his hand from the crack of the door, and I was moved by him.
When Finney touched the world of Keats' poetry, he approached his melancholy and sentimental heart, because he was moved.
So even though such a relationship has been criticized and obstructed from the very beginning, Fanny and Keats cherished their relationship more and more.
Their souls and love flow between the pens, and their tacit understanding of love stops at the brows.
The heart and the heart have fallen completely. Love and love meet very persistently.
always. always there. to see. to hear. To hug. To look at each other and smile.
They are not afraid of obstruction. Love is as grand and gorgeous as lavender.
They are just afraid of separation. Not being able to see is the greatest torment for the soul.
Letters are Finney's greatest psychological comfort.
When Fanny was happy, the butterflies flying all over the house perched quietly, she lay on her back, and even "Little Potato" was moved by her peaceful and sweet breath.
When Fanny was sad, she couldn't bear to see the still butterfly wreckage all over the floor. She curled up and tried to cut her wrists with an air of despair.
Love, is it good or bad?
Outsiders sighed and sighed at the capriciousness of their emotions and their bizarre behavior, thinking it was a harbinger of madness.
Love may be too concerned to let go. Time simply does not destroy it.
When Finney burst into a heart-wrenching cry, when all the moments of anticipation followed the yin and yang forever. Her heart, curled up into a hard rock, could not breathe.
I bit my fingers and stared, heartbroken and determined, so close, yet so
far.
About those persistent walks in wasteland, about those mournful waiting for those solid places to draw circles.
It's all love.
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