suddenly recalled Wen Ruian's words: I am sad and proud. The sad thing is that no one in this world understands me. The proud thing is that I don't need others' understanding.
I am so proud.
I often think about my past. Those proud to the core of the past. Those teenagers who were disappointed and sad in front of me. the words spoken to me. A person who has always been so determined came over, refused everyone's support, and lived proudly to this day.
I am reminded of Elizabeth in the movie. That stubborn and arrogant child like me in the ignorant years.
A sense of cleanliness in the heart. It's hard to fade away in time. So let it grow wildly in my body.
No matter whether "Pride and Prejudice" is criticized as "the bible of petty bourgeoisie", the love between Darcy and Elizabeth, as a classic romantic symbol in British culture, is always pure and unstained. I shed tears for the movie, weeping awkwardly, alone in the room, sobbing in a low voice, without shame. Because I seem to have seen myself in a movie, the disgusted, stubborn, arrogant me. So I know that I must not covet emotion, it must be long and endless and bumpy.
Because I haven't learned to let go of my pride and defense.
Such a life must be quiet and safe. Long-standing self-awareness pushes me to constantly prove my existence. This kind of thinking is not gentle, it silently ferments in my heart, and it has evolved into a weapon of my defense.
Just like Elizabeth's long dress, when the wind blows, when she walks in a hurry, it seems to pull me to the crowd, and it dances in various forms without restraint. While the morning sun in the English countryside was lightly covering the grass, it also reflected the folds of Elizabeth's long dress into the ups and downs of a stream.
I am reminded of my khaki canvas skirt and white canvas shoes. They are too rough. It hurts my skin.
The violin solo on which Idaci and Elizabeth dance.
After inquiries, I learned that the song at the dance was "A postcard". Love that travels through mountains and rivers is like the faded handwriting of a lover on a postcard. Indifference but connotation.
I have never liked the violin. Disgusted to fear. Because the sound is lonely. So paranoid about the piano. can be comforted.
Homogeneous objects cannot be approached. Proximity equals damage.
At the end of the film, Elizabeth's father said to his daughter with tears in his eyes, "I don't think anyone in this world can match you."
The daughter also cried and said, "No, Dad, I really love him."
An unforgettable conversation.
If, I thought no one in this world could match you.
No, I really like him.
in the movie.
The sun was passing through the low clouds, and the wind was blowing the chill in the air of the North Atlantic. The streams with fallen leaves, the wet meadows, the scattered trees and hills, after being washed by the rain, were slightly flushed with fresh and bright green.
this city. The sun is still shining. A shadow appeared in the dim light.
Sometimes I stubbornly believe it. I will be so proud of it for the rest of my life. Even if the sun is dazzling, he stubbornly looks up and walks.
In the early morning when she could not sleep, Elizabeth walked alone into the fields, to the reeds and the chirping birds. The morning air was icy cold. She put her arms around Lou’s shoulders and raised her head to look at the faint sunrise in the distance. She couldn't leave again, the heavy breathing was a reality she couldn't believe, that man, the man she missed appeared in the morning glow and thick fog, still the field, still the melodious piano, he broke through Misty walked towards her. She didn't apply any makeup, and her face was pale. She only wore a single shirt over her nightgown. Still calm and sincere, he told her
"My affections and wishes have not changed.
Bewitched Me have have you, body and Soul, the I and the I Love ... Love ... the I Love you.
the I Never td width = wish to BE parted from you from the this Day ON. "
modesty and pride touch broken. young and ignorant ashes The ending of the story is like a fairy tale. I can't believe I forgot the tears in the corners of my eyes.
Think of a passage in the novel. The
little girl's tears dripped on his hands and said with a smile, how sad you are People, they don't understand you, how proud you are, they don't need them to understand. However, it's too lonely, to live alone, and to live alone again.
You mourn your grief, and I am as proud as ever. Just because I don't want to lose myself.
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