sun passed through the low clouds and the wind swept the air in the North Atlantic. Chill, those streams with floating leaves, moist pastures, scattered trees and hills, after being washed by the rain, slightly glowed with fresh and bright green.
Two hundred years later, as an Oriental in the British Isles, facing these original postcard landscapes, I was puzzled by this fateful encounter. After two centuries of changes, Jane Austen’s English countryside has never seen the vicissitudes and obsolescence left by time. This also makes me believe that the origin of that beautiful postcard-like love was originally to parasitize the landscape.
At the beginning of "Pride and Prejudice", it said: Every rich bachelor always wants to marry a wife. This has become a universally recognized truth.
As a face-to-face person in the town, the dance party of the little country gentleman Bena's is a veritable social field. The bachelors and the ladies to be married exchanged ambiguous eyes heated by Scottish red wine in the crowded space, and they were boiled by the cheerful rhythm on the dance floor.
Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bentley appeared suddenly, like two brightly colored peacocks.
Their scorching eyes spurred every girl to blush with excitement.
Elizabeth, with brown chestnut hair, is one of the two most outstanding girls in the Bena family. She is young and beautiful, but unlike her sister Jane's perseverance and her sister Lydia's indiscreet and childishness, she has a more independent opinion on love. She believed in her judgment of men. She believes that love should not be determined simply by material things, at least she is not the kind of woman who, in order to become the hostess of a certain manor, goes to great lengths to please men.
So, when Darcy reviewed the girls with the usual aristocratic look, I could predict what would happen.
I like Darcy, he is handsome, rich, and single like the nobleman in many classic British novels in the 18th century. I believe that when such a man rides a tall maroon horse through the tree-lined paths in the country, he will take away the restless hearts of all the women along the way.
It may be that he did not expect that in such a small country gentry's house, the woman of his destiny would appear at a dance party that the guests would never look at. Darcy’s face is as cold as wearing an iron mask. He who is used to walking among the dukes and ladies of the upper class may not be used to the hustle and bustle of this small house, or he may have been stunned by some kind of hopelessness. The future is numb. Aunt Catherine in his luxurious castle arranged for him a marriage that seemed right when he was still in the womb.
So there was the unbearable arrogance in Elizabeth's eyes, which made her have an indelible prejudice against this man who owns half of Derbyshire, and also made her love at first sight so alienated.
"Make me like him, a Derbyshire is useless, let alone half..."
She felt hurt.
It was Darcy that hurt her, or her self-esteem.
For a girl with an independent outlook on love, this kind of injury is dangerous enough. Fortunately, Elizabeth is a rational woman, her reaction will not be overly intense, but she will not compromise easily.
She needs a man who can give her a superior life, but it doesn't mean that she will accept that man is like a king.
What's more, she hasn't reached the point where she regards the reservedness of her middle-class family women as a dowry.
The English wind flows in the soft violin sound, the goblets, small folding fans and all kinds of evening dresses highlight the enchanting texture by the white candlesticks, and the sweet wines made by Benner's home have a striking aroma.
The appearance of the beautiful officer Vika further deepened Elizabeth's misunderstanding of Darcy.
The accompaniment of the violin is very sad, as if the fingers of the devil are guiding those weird changes.
I know Darcy is deceiving himself.
For Elizabeth, he has long been hopeless. He loves her, but hurt her with sharp words like ice skates. Compared with the lovely boy Binli, without a warm smile and expression, the indifferent Darcy is nothing more than a handsome plaster statue.
Daxi still goes its own way. He was completely unaware of the strong hostility he had developed towards the second lady of the Pena family. The aristocratic temperament made him appear cold and conceited at all times.
They danced on the dance floor, whirled in the dance music of the waltz, and the instantaneous confrontation of words seemed like soldiers facing each other.
The dance of the two broke apart. Even though they are partners, they cooperate so tacitly and harmoniously.
A dangerous storm is brewing, but the arrogant "idiot" still has illusions.
However, the man who looks hard under the temperature of love is just a piece of chocolate that is melting.
His one-sided protection of social class and aristocratic status has made Mr. Darcy "wreck both sides" with his enemies in this battle. He realized that he could not conquer this seemingly thin and weak girl living in a rich peasant family in the countryside, even a little "wild", that he could not conquer with his elegant dance steps. His beautiful bow and gorgeous carriage made them farther and farther away, and there was even half of Derbyshire that she hated.
He gave in, and in a heavy rain evening he confessed crazy, he said, Elizabeth, I love you.
There is no suspense to refuse. But I believe that Elizabeth definitely does not have the joy of a winner in her heart. On the contrary, she is heartbroken and cannot be indifferent and relieved. It was like in Pambola later, the absurd reason she found to make herself laugh, just because she was so afraid of seeing Darcy again.
He knew the result, but he was still desperate. On a decisive night, facing such sad and helpless eyes, even if Elizabeth could not forgive him for the original hurt, who would not feel heartache.
A new flame can extinguish the old flame; a big pain can alleviate a small pain.
Darcy, who has a good aristocratic education, should have read Shakespeare's most logical quotes.
Therefore, when he still had a choice, he would rather use such an extremely painful way to prevent him from being tortured by the thoughts of her day and night.
After the rainy night, Darcy left the letter. The warm language in the letter was so sincere and delicate.
He said Elizabeth, none of that is true. Except I love you.
For a woman, nothing touches her more than holding her with a broken heart.
What's more, she knew that he was innocent.
It is not so much that Darcy has not given up on Elizabeth, as it is that they have never given up the expectation of this relationship in their hearts.
Darcy and Elizabeth. Bin Li and Jane. The ending of the story is like a fairy tale.
For a long time, I felt that the British society two centuries ago only existed in oil paintings. Smiling gentlemen leaned on crutches, aristocratic ladies looked out from the carriage with waterfall-like tassels, and the elderly servants waved them. Long riding whip. Those ancient colors covered with dust, in my opinion, will never be bright in the strong light that penetrates through the museum, but those romantic temperaments are like those vicissitudes of classical novels, wrapped in the fine fibers of time, quiet as asleep. amber.
Regardless of whether "Pride and Prejudice" is tainted by critics criticizing its "petty bourgeoisie", the love story of Darcy and Elizabeth, as a classic romantic symbol in British culture, is always pure and unclean. Stained with dust.
I have always loved the solo violin where Darcy and Elizabeth danced.
Later, my friend told me that the piece on the dance party was "A postcard".
The love that comes from trekking through the mountains and water is like the faded handwriting of a lover on a postcard.
The end
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