That night, as I was walking on the bridge, I suddenly remembered a familiar scene. I have this bridge in my dream, and I also have it in my mind.
That same night, Natalie walked across the bridge. Her eyes were full of deep meaning, as if she was looking for something, but at the same time, her eyes flashed empty, maybe, she was just a lonely passerby. She only tightened the collar of her coat, and could not help sighing. No one knew the reason for her sigh, but people in the town knew that this girl appeared on this bridge every night.
Over the years, only the protagonist of the story knows what this bridge means to Natalie. The image of the bridge appears here, in Visconti's film, "Le notti bianche", Italian, translated as, "White Nights".
The heroine is waiting for someone who appears and disappears for a moment, waiting for her lover, on this bridge. Clearly, the bridge, to Natalie, meant—waiting. Waiting is a word full of stories. Just read the pronunciation of these two words, and a series of stories emerge. Its pronunciation is continuous and emotional, and anyone trying to pronounce the word "waiting" pale is a laborious task.
Directors always like to put the waiting story on the bridge to stage, I think it is because of the stability of the bridge. Waiting is a laborious thing. When waiting, people often have nothing to do, dream about, and imagine things. The Pian Pian Bridge is such a solid image that it always gives the impression that even if the entire city is destroyed, the bridge will not collapse.
Natalie waits for her lover on the bridge, and gets a new love again on the bridge. This is really the magic of bridges. She may have forgotten that bridge means not only stability, but also connection. It never exists in isolation anywhere. Countless people walked on the bridge, and how many stories were staged on the bridge. It is the bridge that connects the two completely isolated cities and connects the two broken roads.
On this day, Natalie was waiting for her lover on the bridge again. Her state was no different from usual. But there is one more caring person from the countless passers-by, and one more lonely person. He is a foreigner. He was curious about all of this, and he was curious about the story of the woman in front of him. He just wanted to accompany her across the bridge and send her home intact on this bleak night. From this end of the bridge to the other end of the bridge, Natalie has walked for many years, and outsiders do not understand the reason. In fact, all she needs is a pair of warm hands that can support her.
Many of us have never been able to live a good life. They say that there are too many hardships in life, and the road is too tortuous, and they just can't recognize the road. The same is true for bridges. The reason why I can't cross this bridge of life is just because I don't want to cross it alone.
With this man, Natalie also fell in love. They enjoy the splendid beauty of the snowy night together. It was an unforgettable moment. Snow fell quietly. He brushed off the snow from her coat and promised her that she would not be alone for a lifetime. They walked across the bridge together, but stopped there.
Nothing has changed, and everything has changed. Natalie's old lover showed up, still so handsome and indifferent, from beginning to end, I never saw how much this man loved Natalie, and our naive mistress was still fascinated.
At this time, the bridge in the town changed from a solid, connecting and trustworthy image to a "mutineer". It also hesitated. I suddenly realized that maybe it has never been able to bear the burden of responsibility. Sometimes, it just wants to stand there silently and let its mind make arrangements. The mind of this ethereal young girl is something that any dull man and any dull bridge can understand. It has witnessed Natalie's love and Natalie's stupidity, and at the same time, it will also witness Natalie's choice.
We never endow a dead creature with the ability to think, but we always think that it will give birth to the ability to think. We never want to make any decisions by ourselves, but we always want to go through the torrent of time without getting hurt.
Bridge, no matter how crazy it is, it is still rational. And love has nothing to do with reason.
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