Love can really dissolve like flowing water

Laverna 2022-09-27 02:35:54

After watching the movie, when I look back at the title of the movie, I immediately think of the dialogue at the beginning of the movie: "Look, I'll tell you everything, like we're on a date." "A date with a lover. "

This daily "date" became the most important theme in Germain's life. "Dating" is nothing but love and tenderness. But this kind of love is really not love, and there is no "I love you", but it is a mood that always thinks about you, and a long-term desire to explore the world with you in your way.

"Because his mother didn't use love to tell him what to do when he was a child, so everything is still waiting for him to find out, isn't it?" Germain, who thinks he has never received maternal love, uses his keen auditory memory to start the text in the text" Exploring" to motherly love. When I thought he was going to fall asleep, he closed his eyes with the soft reading sound and imagined the shocking , the literary world skipped the steps of converting words into scenes in Germain, and directly in his mind Screening, all due to his genuine passion for life and equally genuine empathy, that's what Germain has now, and that alone is enough of a world for him to explore.

Margueritte sees this real world and its people through the world of the book, but she is not prejudiced by it, and she is not as delicate as Germain seems to be. "It's interesting to see a man in the garden at the moment," she exclaimed before reading to Germain for the first time. Margueritte never questioned Germain's reticence whenever he mentioned his reading, perhaps because Her father is not very literate (the t in her name), but I think it was more out of her humanitarian concern.

For Germain, who "dare not" to read and therefore never touches the text, Margueritte has always been in a hurry to persuade him. The first book she read to him was The Plague, because she saw a sentence in it and thought of the 19 named pigeons that Germain and the two of them counted together. So the first sentence she read was related to spring and pigeons: "It's hard to imagine that there are no pigeons, no trees and gardens in the city, the change of seasons can only be seen from the sky, and the arrival of spring can only be judged by air quality. "Obviously, Germain's reaction was somewhat amusing: 'Oh that's not going to happen.' But he did take an interest in what book it was, but his description of his state of attraction was equally amusing:" Like a rabbit being tugged at its ears." Margueritte leads him while being listened to, a need for someone who loves to read. All her guidance and gifts to him must be just right, including what book she gave. Her caring place is to mark the passages he has read for him in the book, and ask him if he wants to help him Then mark the words that you particularly like. Books seem to really open doors to Germain, and that's where the meaningfulness begins.

The world of Margueritte's book is too beautiful, the dictionary is the spaceship she navigates between the lines, and then she can get beautifully lost in the intricate, "can stop, can dream".

Maybe what happened to Germain was really just learning a few unusual new terms that only appear in literature, drinking less, and spending less time hanging out with his brothers. Even if this is the case, it is because he has nothing to change, there is something in his heart, waiting to be poked by someone, and it takes time for those secret emotions and passions to flow out. You see, the irritability, unease, inferiority complex, and fear that she encountered when she was just learning Chinese was instantly defeated by the flowing desire to read to her. So love can dissolve everything, no matter what kind of love it is.

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My Afternoons with Margueritte quotes

  • Germain Chazes: It's not a typical love affair, but love and tenderness, both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amongst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs. Some force you yield to. But she, with soft art, passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love. Sometimes love is not named but it's love just the same. This is not a typical love affair I met her on a bench in my local square. She made a little stir, tiny like a bird with her gentle feathers. She was surrounded by words, some as common as myself. She gave me books, two or three Their pages have come alive for me. Don't die now, you've still got time, just wait It's not the hour, my little flower Give me some more of you. More of the life in you Wait Not always are stories just made of love Sometimes love is not named. But it's love just the same.