lover

Juston 2022-04-23 07:03:42

I have read it in the book, when the mood is too good, it is too good to have no shadow, and when it is too good to make oneself suspicious, then go to "The Lover", to see that kind of shameful love, that kind of despair that is so beautiful , the kind of life that begins to grow old at the age of fifteen, and then becomes practical.
So, on a weekend afternoon when the weather was so good that there was no shadow, I sat in front of the computer and watched this film quietly. Of course, my life experience has completely reached the state where I feel at ease after watching the film. But still have to admit, it's a beautiful and enjoyable movie, and then, this weekend afternoon makes sense.
The old female writer who has always liked to recall her love, these stories are seen through the wrinkles of the years, they are smooth, delicate, sad, but not promiscuous. They spoke in a succinct manner, calm and unhurried, as if they were outsiders. "The Lover" is such a love story. It is like a cup of light green tea brewed in boiling water after a nap, with a faint tea fragrance.
She said from the beginning, I'd rather you never loved me. She is stubborn, always saying, we don't love each other, what I like is the rich you. But it was on the departing ferry, in the middle of the silent night when the waltz sounded, when the heart suddenly opened. Yes, she loved him earlier than she realized.
She began to cry because the music made her ring the embankment, her lover. Suddenly, she knew that she loved him deeply, the love she never admitted, the love that was lost. This love was finally discovered by her, on the sea, when the music was fluttering. But they have to face the next life. The kind of life that starts to grow old at the age of fifteen!
You will remember this afternoon in the future, he said. Even if you forget my face, my name. She did remember, how could she forget! After many years, she went through war, marriage, childbirth, publishing, etc., until she was old, just like him, they were in each other's hearts and indelible.
Duras said in "Material Life" that "the reason for loving a person can be this or that, and there must be a practical reason, or the convenience of doing things as a reason to love a person, so that it has been It's love." Someone asked, "What tied you to that Chinese lover". She replied, "Money. Maybe I might add: the car is terribly comfortable, like a living room. And the driver. The car, the driver, at your own disposal. And the sensuality of oak silk, And his skin, the lover's skin. These are the conditions of love."
Really wonderful and beautiful! I appreciate Duras's view of love because she is sincere and sincere. We rarely hear that, honestly! Yes, the simplest and most complex things in the world are actually the same thing, and how many people can dare to break through morality and just obey their hearts?
Finally, I have to say, Leung Ka Fai's buttocks are really sexy. O(∩_∩)O

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Extended Reading
  • Tressie 2022-03-14 14:12:26

    When I came in, I saw a comment saying that Liang Jiahui was wearing a white suit like a traitor, but he couldn't refute it. In his words...

  • Loren 2022-01-13 08:02:05

    "She received his call after many years, and her voice was trembling, just like when she first met her." It evoked a remote and unfamiliar resonance in my body, which made me unable to stop after the movie ended. Sobbed for a long time.

The Lover quotes

  • Narrator: "Now and then I go back to the house in Sadek. To the horror of the house in Sadek. It's an unbearable place. It's close to death. A place of violence of pain of despair, of dishonour... But it's in this family's dryness in it's incredible harshness that I am the most deeply assured in myself. In the deepest of my essential certainties, all common history of ruin and shame, of love and hate is in my flesh."

  • Narrator: Dusk one evening on board ship, crossing the Indian Ocean under the luminous sky. Suddenly the sound of a Chopin waltz came bursting out from the main lounge. I had tried to play it for months without success. That's why I gave up the piano. There wasn't a breath of wind and the music pervaded the whole ship. I stood up as if to go and throw myself into the sea. Then I did weep because I had thought of my Chinese lover, and I was suddenly not sure that I hadn't been in love with him after all, with a love I hadn't been able to see because it had become lost in the tide of events, like water seeping through sand. Thanks to that music, spreading over the sea and filling the calmest night I have ever known, I could see my love for him for the first time.