From the southern end of Miami, drive south along Highway 1, where key west is, standing at the southernmost sunset corner of key west, you can see Cuba.
Here is Hemingway's former home, the owner has long since passed away, and his six-toed cat is still there. Back then, a friend knew that Hemingway liked cats, so he gave him two rare six-toed cats, and now there are 60 of them.
The film is good, delicate emotion, the scenery of American highway, and literary, it is worth savoring.
Maybe it's because I lived in Florida for a year. Watching this film is very immersive, and I burst into tears from beginning to end. The scene of the caravan park, the free road has been driving all the time, being pulled over by the police, the street kiss of the white old couple, there is such a love that grows old, there is really no regret in this life.
However, even old couples who love each other so deeply and have gone through a lifetime have betrayed and run away in their marriages.
We all want flawless love, only sweetness, no harm. But it's hard, really hard.
In the film, the old lady said to the old gentleman, you are a person who I don't always feel I have to say something.
A good love, the right person, is probably one, you stay with him, no matter where you are, you feel like the person staying at home. The so-called home is a place where we feel safe and relaxed. If you stay at home, if you are lazy on the sofa, watch cartoons, if you sleep boldly, pick your feet, and fart, the home will accept you and accommodate you.
I want to have someone like that, whether he lives in an old 1975 RV or a $500-a-night deluxe room in Atlanta, where he is is home.
Time is quiet, talk to you;
Homecoming, with you;
Prosperity is over, and you are old.
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