Crying is almost shameful for boys to talk about, but every boy gave the answer, but it was me - the only girl didn't answer. I said I didn't cry - that's the truth. But it seemed to make up the lesson for me, and I had a lot of hard feelings and turbulent tears in the years that followed - that's all for later.
There are two answers I remember, one is my first love boyfriend, and the other is his classmate Chen from Lanzhou. Boyfriend said: I cry every time a feather floats in Forrest Gump. Chen said: Every time I see the male protagonist crossing the cave and shouting the female protagonist's name in the British patient, I cry as soon as the picture goes dark.
In fact, it was because of this answer that I was deeply impressed by Chen. After watching the film, it was his answer that helped me survive the dullness of the first part of the film. Later, I watched this film no less than 30 times. Although I have my own opinions and feelings about this film, I occasionally think of Chen's answer, and I always feel that there are people who pay more attention to the responsibility of love and selfless dedication. will feel better.
As can be seen in the ex-boyfriend's answer, he is as sensitive as Chen, but there seems to be only the ego part in the sensitivity. In later years I discovered that I was neither the feather nor the breeze, and that his love for me was just some kind of coincidence of timing. I left him and he cried, but I felt it was me who should cry.
The person who falls in love later, more or less always has the temperament of the first love boyfriend. When I finally found out that I had given all my love to a feather, my tears were like sea water.
Every time I see someone talking about morality in a comment, I find such arguments moot. I think only those who have given their love unreservedly in their lives can read every bit of the patient's feelings, and possibly understand his tears, madness, and vows.
There was originally a piece of material called "love" in everyone's heart, but when someone took it away, that place became empty. In order to fill it, we desperately stuffed the shadow of the one we love into that void.
Only later did I realize that that is the purest meaning of love.
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