Then I watched "Four Weddings and One Funeral", a chaotic life, repeated day after day, and longing for an affair in other people's weddings. Remember a sentence, we all have roses in our hearts, and we are eager to meet love even when we go downstairs to buy a bag of salt. In this era of more and more "no time" for good communication and love, we are all more and more eager to "encounter" love, how ridiculous.
Still think of Zhang Xiaoxian's words, love is a person's business. I didn't understand it anyway, but now I deeply understand it. When he didn't respond on the other end of the phone, I told myself, it's none of his business, I'd better do it myself.
I think it's not so much the phrase "I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy begging him to love her" that Will of Notting Hill moved him as he moved himself - me, a divorced The injured man is now loved by a woman, so I should treat myself better and cherish myself. So, he finally decided to find the girl who could prove that he was worthy of love.
And Anna, who was tired of the scenery and being hunted by countless fans and flashes, suddenly found herself in the dullness of a man who wanted to live an ordinary life in a deserted bookstore specializing in travel books. I came so suddenly and so naturally, I couldn't resist. So she took the initiative to approach him, she wanted to pursue that self in his body and life. However, when she found that being with him still couldn't avoid the trouble of being captured by the camera, she left angrily. But in the end, she was still attracted by the idea hidden in her heart, even though she could not live the life of an "ordinary person" for the time being, but in him, she could finally meet her original self.
And in "Four Weddings and One Funeral", all kinds of people are looking back and forth, looking for and asking themselves. They lost themselves in the bustling streets, crowds, and buildings. They didn't know what love was, how to love, and how to express love. Desire, experiencing cruel death and grief, and finally seeing myself clearly in the love that others cannot express.
My eyes watered as Matthew read that Auden poem emotionally at Garrive's funeral.
Stop the clock and cut off the phone;
give the dog a good bone and keep it from barking;
silence the lyre to the muffled drums;
carry the coffin out and let the mourners in.
Let circling planes whimper overhead
and scribble in the sky, he's dead;
put bows around pigeons' necks, and
make traffic cops wear black gloves.
He is my north, south, west and east,
the meaning of my work and rest,
my day and night,
the content of singing and talking;
I thought that love could last forever, but I was wrong.
The stars are no longer useful, put them all out;
put away the moon and cover up the sun;
drain the sea and sweep away the trees;
there will be no good things in the world from now on.
Matthew lost the person who can reflect himself, and part of his life will be buried in the ground with the dead, but he has also completed his cultivation and can express his love completely and bravely after losing his lover. The misses of Charles and Carrie were so real that the final union was a farce.
But life is like that, and we can't do anything about it. Everyone has this feeling. But as for myself, I still couldn't bear to lose myself, so I went to find a partner, and from his eyebrows, I could see the quiet self. The right person reflects the right self.
I think, with him, probably more often I want to prove how beautiful and how good my love is. We are perfect because of another person, but love is still a person's business.
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