After a good night's sleep, I read some book reviews, and the feelings after the movie reviews are different. After three rounds of drinking, it takes time to brew emotions. Most of the feelings are not under the mood, but more after thinking.
Love in the Time of Cholera. The Love In The Time of Cholera.
I just watched the movie, so it must be limited. It’s not that I don’t want to read books. My current state of mind is somewhat utilitarian, and I don’t have such a sinking state of mind. For love, it is good to feel it yourself.
I have mentioned youth
countless times, revealing an inexhaustible love for youth. It's secretive and naked, like that inexplicable paranoia. How can the love in youth escape the fate of love at first sight. Florentino Ariza meets his goddess Fermina Daza and is hopelessly infatuated. But love in youth is still fireworks, blazing to the point of dazzling, and at the moment of blooming, it is thought to be eternity. But in the end, we all know the result, and what remains is just a puff of green smoke.
This kind of love, the best ending should be to start a new life. But Ariza chose to stop and stay, to appreciate the beauty in place, and choose to wait, waiting for the heroine in that story. But Fermina didn't, she knew that this kind of love was an illusion, and it would disappear when you took a breath.
Two stories
of half a century of waiting, but two stories of two worlds. Fermina has a golden tortoise-in-law who belongs to her. A husband who loves himself and lives a prosperous life, although sometimes unsatisfactory, life moves forward like a boat. Some people say that Fermina's life is indeed happy, but there is no passion for love. Fermina sometimes leans on the railing and looks at the bench as if to pay tribute to an old friend. When she sees the young and picturesque young Ariza, she will also ask herself if the youth who chooses the bench will be different and happier.
But after all, it is a sigh after the twists and turns of life, and the marriage will continue, but a complaint when it is bumpy, the journey is still happy and peaceful.
Ariza on the other side has suffered from unrequited love. Seeing that her former lover is now in someone else's arms, the pain, even if she can feel it, is only the tip of the iceberg. Who can understand the pain caused by such fiery waiting? I also thought about whether such pain can only appear in words, and people in reality are not so affectionate.
The following 622 women will not be short of loved ones. The love for Fermina, to me, is more like dried flowers whose color is still attractive, but only a collection that lives in the depths and has lost its soul.
The last encounter, the twilight years together, is a belated consolation for Ariza, but it is also satisfying enough. I wanted to say how unfair it was. For both parties, Fermina was too lucky, but when luck was exported, she felt that love itself was luck, and no matter how many stories, it would not be able to withstand the last-minute satisfaction.
Accompanying
from the moment the doctor and Fermina got married, and from then on they lived a long life, I envy the doctor. It's time to be content with the people you love all the way. Compared with being immersed in love forever, if you are ecstatic, staying with each other in life is more moving.
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