What human beings cannot be deprived of is courage: In the movie "Bookstore" starring Emily Mortimer, I saw something that human beings cannot be deprived of, that is courage. How can I be afraid of death." The movie makes sure that one will never feel lonely in a bookstore. Books allow us to determine direction, gain will, and find sustenance. Our souls need to be baptized. If the past me was not because of books, then I can only be a dirty person, or stealing chickens, or attacking people. Books have redeemed me, let me know how to think, know right and wrong, know how to stay away from filth, and know a kind of freedom. The love of books is to cherish it like a home, as described in the movie "When we read a story, we are in it, the cover of the book is like the four walls of the roof, a home." Mrs. Green She is the protagonist in the movie. She has returned to her hometown, a seaside town. She is going to open a bookstore in her old house. Although the town is quaint, there are not many people who like literature and art and love reading. For example, the president of the bank, he joked that he would fall asleep after reading the third page before going to bed, and the boatman, he felt that books made him feel tired. The people in the town regarded Mrs. Green as an outsider. Of course, this estrangement was due to the difference between the elegance and customs of "Bright Spring" and "Xia Liba People", and everyone discriminated against her as a widow. Mrs. Green rejected the shop outside the old house. She insisted on opening a bookstore in the old house. Her stubbornness directly provoked Mrs. Mart, a powerful town in the town, because this vicious woman wanted to take all the old houses back to the state and set up an art center. Mrs. Green's bookstore plan appears to be to the detriment of Mrs. Mart. In order to bring down Mrs. Green, this witch-like woman uses all her connections, politicians, lawyers, banks, and the town have her minions. Mrs. Green was obviously a weak woman, everyone was plotting against her, and finally the government took back the old house, and Mrs. Green was finally expelled by them. "She achieved her dream and was taken away from her, but no one can take it away. What she has in her heart is her courage." There are only two people in the town who have always stood firmly on Mrs. Green's side and dared to resist for her. One is the gray-haired Mr. Browntich. He used to have a home, but they had disagreements with each other and felt unsuitable for each other, so they respected each other and chose to break up silently, and his wife left the town secretly. But people in the town spread rumors inexplicably, saying that his wife drowned, and that he died by making cakes. After being separated from his wife, the husband has been locked in his home for decades, living a life of isolation, the only thing to kill time is reading, and the house is full of books. Until he heard that Mrs. Green was coming and wanted to open a bookstore in the town, Mr. Browntich seemed to see hope in life. In fact, his grandfather also opened a bookstore. He felt that Mrs. Green should be someone who could have a common language. He first communicated his ideas in letters and was willing to buy Mrs. Green's books, so they became confidants. When he found Mrs. Mart's aggressiveness, he decided to seek justice for Mrs. Green. In the quarrel with Mrs. Mart, he did not hesitate to use his land to protect Mrs. Green. Unfortunately, he died on the way home. Another support for Mrs. Green is a little girl Christine, who is also a part-time worker in a bookstore. Although she is a child, she is more mature than adults, and has courage and compassion. She disliked what Mrs. Mart and her gang had done, and even dared to contradict them and satirize them. After Mrs. Green finished the formalities, she closed the bookstore and left some books to Christine. On the day when Mrs. Green left, only Christine came to see her off. They said their last goodbyes at the pier. Christine hugged the book left by Mrs. Green tightly. That is, on this day, before coming to the pier, Christine lit a fire in the old house as a protest against the town. She didn't like to read at first, but she was influenced by Mrs. Green all her life. Later, Christine opened a bookstore, and she was no longer alone. So who influenced Mrs Green, it was her husband who died sixteen years ago, they first met in a London bookstore, fell in love at first sight, chatted with each other about literature, and read poetry to Mrs. Perhaps because of this romance, Mrs. Green chose to open a bookstore, and perhaps she could keep her husband's shadow in the stack of books. She turned the town from a murky cultural desert into an oasis of knowledge. Her bookstore is full of works of world literature. People in the town enjoy the edification of spiritual civilization, which opened their eyes. It seems that this is the cradle of culture. s begin. However, Mrs. Mart's group did not want to see all of this. Her so-called art center only served the nobles, and Mrs. Green's bookstore just served everyone, regardless of class. The troubles are always endless. When the lawyer accused her of selling problems with the book, Mrs. Green argued that "a good book is the precious blood of a master's soul, and it is a permanent collection for a life beyond life. "Many years ago, I worked in a bookstore in a university in Fuzhou, and I joined the company before it opened. It can be said that I worked hard without complaining, including writing publicity plans, and walking into every classroom with advertisements, giving speeches with passion. Like spreading the bookstore to everyone and distributing advertisements to every student, they began to think I was a teacher. But this job didn't last long, maybe it stood out from the crowd. It should be that I was too fanatical about literature and art, but my colleagues had ordinary knowledge. They always excluded me and looked coldly at me. I was living in a dormitory at the time, and the boss asked me to write propaganda. They were both male and female. They deliberately played cards and spoke loudly to harass my writing. The boss asked everyone to post advertisements in the classroom, but they dared not enter the classroom, even the books and subjects were classified. I don't understand, let alone students who come in and consult and they can respond fluently. The boss is also a clown, right and wrong. He even thought we were a reactionary when I rented a group of poets in the society to hold poetry gatherings. He always believed in things out of nothing, and sometimes criticized me for reading such books. It was the absurd logic of a group of Qidong savages, Chaojun and Kanwa that decided, and finally I chose to resign. When the salary was settled, he deducted my money for ten days, saying that it was the training fee, the culture was not as good as mine, and the work pay was not as good as mine. Those students who bought books came to me, who was training whom? No matter how bumpy the road is or how harsh life is, I persist in my passion for literature and art, and it is also a kind of courage that no one can take away from me. I and Mrs. Green are the same people. If I am not respected by others, I am also expelled. Many years ago, I worked in a bookstore in a university in Fuzhou. I joined the company before it opened. It can be said that I worked hard without complaining, including writing publicity plans. I also approached every classroom with advertisements and gave a passionate speech to People spread the bookstore and distributed advertisements to every student, and they began to think I was a teacher. But this job didn't last long, maybe it stood out from the crowd. It should be that I was too fanatical about literature and art, but my colleagues had ordinary knowledge. They always excluded me and looked coldly at me. I was living in a dormitory at the time, and the boss asked me to write propaganda. They were both male and female. They deliberately played cards and spoke loudly to harass my writing. The boss asked everyone to post advertisements in the classroom, but they dared not enter the classroom, even the books and subjects were classified. I don't understand, let alone students who come in and consult and they can respond fluently. The boss is also a clown, right and wrong. He even thought we were a reactionary when I rented a group of poets in the society to hold poetry gatherings. He always believed in things out of nothing, and sometimes criticized me for reading such books. It was the absurd logic of a group of Qidong savages, Chaojun and Kanwa that decided, and finally I chose to resign. When the salary was settled, he deducted my money for ten days, saying that it was the training fee, the culture was not as good as mine, and the work pay was not as good as mine. Those students who bought books came to me, who was training whom? No matter how bumpy the road is or how harsh life is, I persist in my passion for literature and art, and it is also a kind of courage that no one can take away from me. I and Mrs. Green are the same people. If I am not respected by others, I am also expelled. Many years ago, I worked in a bookstore in a university in Fuzhou. I joined the company before it opened. It can be said that I worked hard without complaining, including writing publicity plans. I also approached every classroom with advertisements and gave a passionate speech to People spread the bookstore and distributed advertisements to every student, and they began to think I was a teacher. But this job didn't last long, maybe it stood out from the crowd. It should be that I was too fanatical about literature and art, but my colleagues had ordinary knowledge. They always excluded me and looked coldly at me. I was living in a dormitory at the time, and the boss asked me to write propaganda. They were both male and female. They deliberately played cards and spoke loudly to harass my writing. The boss asked everyone to post advertisements in the classroom, but they dared not enter the classroom, even the books and subjects were classified. I don't understand, let alone students who come in and consult and they can respond fluently. The boss is also a clown, right and wrong. He even thought we were a reactionary when I rented a group of poets in the society to hold poetry gatherings. He always believed in things out of nothing, and sometimes criticized me for reading such books. It was the absurd logic of a group of Qidong savages, Chaojun and Kanwa that decided, and finally I chose to resign. When the salary was settled, he deducted my money for ten days, saying that it was the training fee, the culture was not as good as mine, and the work pay was not as good as mine. Those students who bought books came to me, who was training whom? No matter how bumpy the road is or how harsh life is, I persist in my passion for literature and art, and it is also a kind of courage that no one can take away from me. I and Mrs. Green are the same people. If I am not respected by others, I am also expelled. The boss is also a clown, right and wrong. He even thought we were a reactionary when I rented a group of poets in the society to hold poetry gatherings. He always believed in things out of nothing, and sometimes criticized me for reading such books. It was the absurd logic of a group of Qidong savages, Chaojun and Kanwa that decided, and finally I chose to resign. When the salary was settled, he deducted my money for ten days, saying that it was the training fee, the culture was not as good as mine, and the work pay was not as good as mine. Those students who bought books came to me, who was training whom? No matter how bumpy the road is or how harsh life is, I persist in my passion for literature and art, and it is also a kind of courage that no one can take away from me. I and Mrs. Green are the same people. If I am not respected by others, I am also expelled. The boss is also a clown, right and wrong. He even thought we were a reactionary when I rented a group of poets in the society to hold poetry gatherings. He always believed in things out of nothing, and sometimes criticized me for reading such books. It was the absurd logic of a group of Qidong savages, Chaojun and Kanwa that decided, and finally I chose to resign. When the salary was settled, he deducted my money for ten days, saying that it was the training fee, the culture was not as good as mine, and the work pay was not as good as mine. Those students who bought books came to me, who was training whom? No matter how bumpy the road is or how harsh life is, I persist in my passion for literature and art, and it is also a kind of courage that no one can take away from me. I and Mrs. Green are the same people. If I am not respected by others, I am also expelled.
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