Wilde's story, to put it simply, is so deeply in love that one cannot die. Posey can be said to be a murderer, relying on his youthful beauty and Wilde's unconditional favor to do whatever he wants. Robbie, the first same-sex lover of Percy and Wilde, vividly shows the difference between "the one you love" and "the one who loves you". Wilde is as indulgent with Percy as he is with Robbie. He had this to say of Percy who had just hurt him, to Robbie, who came to take care of him when he was sick: "He's been hurt so much, it's not overly kind in any way." Percy never takes care of him when he's sick, Wilde After his imprisonment, Percy never visited him once. Wilde was bedridden in his later years, and Percy was not by his side. In fact, others have reminded him a long time ago that your love with Percy makes you unintentional to create, and the inspiration runs out, and Percy will destroy him. In fact, Wilde has long understood that I can't command my feelings for you. My life has given me everything I want, I'm famous, I'm recognized, I've got two plays coming up in London, and I'm probably going to be rich. The world is under my control, and I can't control myself, I can't control my feelings for you. People can't help but to accompany Wilde's life ups and downs, through the famous, jailed, poor and sick and still not betray Robbie is worthless. Talk about being too kind, it's because he has your love, Oscar. The ending of this story is just as Wilde himself said, "There are two kinds of tragedies, one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting it." Finally, others will say "Look, that is Wilde and his boy. "Just a taunt after Wilde's imprisonment. Percy said that he loved Wilde so much that he would love and take care of Wilde after he was released from prison. Yet history is so true that they parted three months later, and Wilde died not long after. Percy was so beautiful, young, and energetic, and his sad past made him sensitive and vulnerable, adding to his charm, but also making him dangerous, mean, and selfish. Falling in love with him drained Wilde's money, energy, tolerance, and patience, and destroyed his reputation and health. But he was delighted. Future generations will remember their names together. So, what exactly is love? Is it the patient companionship of the original wife Constance, or Robbie's support and admiration for scattering his ashes in Wilde's grave, or Posey's straightforward possession and claim? neither knows. Wilde once explained his love. When Percy's father was brought to court on charges of "sexual perversion and gross indecency". On the day of the trial, when the lawyer took out Posey's poem and "set up a cover" for him, he questioned him about "the love that dare not speak its" in the poem. There are two kinds of love in this world, one is the love that resonates between boys and girls, and the other is the love that I fell into and dare not say my name. Wilde could have lied, but The answer he gave sent him into the abyss. "I'm standing here now because of this misunderstanding. This love is beautiful, it is refined, it is the noblest form of love, it is not unnatural, it is wise, and it exists in cycles between older men and younger men, and as long as the elder is wise, And the young man saw all the joy, hope and charm in his life. So much so that the love is what it should be, and the world doesn't understand it, the world laughs at it, and sometimes puts people in chains because of it. "In such a traditional era, his remarks certainly caused an uproar. Wilde was a restless person who dared to challenge the secular and authority, and he was destined to be destroyed in some way in that era. Like Socrates, who was ahead of his time, was finally sentenced to death for being impiety and corrupting the minds of young Athenians, just like Bruno, the Italian philosopher who shook the center of the earth, was burned alive. The wisdom of the people was not yet civilized enough to accept all these. Wilde finally Sentenced to two years of hard labor, he has always lived a comfortable life and has always been loved by others. I can imagine how much the two years in prison have brought to Wilde's heart and soul. A lovely son, continue to live a happy life, like the happy ending of every fairy tale. But the truth is, Wilde lost to "the love that dare not speak its name" and couldn't help meeting Percy, and Percy fell in love. The two fell in love, broke up, fell in love and broke up again. Maybe love is painful and repeated, but there are still people who try to grasp it all their lives. As Wilde famously said. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” We all live in the gutter, but there are still people looking at the stars.
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