always thought that it was the Titanic that earned me the most tears. I watched it five times and cried five times. It is a record that has been maintained. It is a large-scale production of almost extravagant grandeur by famous directors and actors whom many people admire, and it has also been criticized as an exaggerated commercial film. But I like it a lot, always. Hollywood, 1997.
To some extent, ps: I love you broke this record. The first time I cried was when I saw the ninth minute, and then until the end of the movie, I almost kept crying.
A love movie that makes people tears. There are no luxurious backgrounds and props, only ordinary apartment pub streets, some of the scenes, you can see the rustic and beautiful Irish large lavender fields and the endless wilderness. United States, 2007.
From the beginning of a couple's quarrel, it can be seen that the wife is making trouble for trivial matters.
I heard from the quarrel that she married him when she was 19 years old. They didn't have much money. She was not satisfied with the cramped and leaky apartment of the two people. She was insecure and didn't want children.
She was therefore angry at what he said to his mother that he didn't want children.
Perhaps such a man feels warm and reliable the most. When his wife has a big temper, he will say some lines that cater to the meaningless, and when she is really going too far, he will hold his face and say her thoughts word by word. , Let her be quiet.
With strong words, she finally became angry and furious.
After nine years of marriage, perhaps such a farce would not be too few. She lost his bedding and pillow and drove him out. But she soon regretted it again.
Open the door, he is still outside. She rushed into his arms and kissed and apologized.
His eyes are broad and gentle, he said, My baby. We're not a mistake, just because we don't have any money. And we are gonna last. You know how I know?
Because I still wake up every morning,and the first thing I want to do is see your face
. Looking at the man's forbearing gentle gaze, an indecent quarrel made me see what a gorgeous love. After nine years of marriage, there is still so much love and tenderness.
I cried when I looked at the man's face and didn't know why. Although I didn't know that the next shot was his funeral. His portrait is placed in a photo frame with a playful and casual expression. The urn designed for him is his wife who loves her like life.
Ask him to buy a bedside lamp. When he refused, she had ridiculed him, and I would let my next husband do it. Unexpectedly, the word became a truth.
He died of a brain tumor, thirty-five years old.
The funeral was like a party, everyone was laughing and talking. She listened to his favorite song in his lifetime, tears filled her eyelashes, but she still smiled and swayed to the melody. It seemed that, like the people who came to attend the funeral, they regarded this as the last invitation to carnival in front of their friends.
But when she went home at night, she put his ashes by the bed, called his cell phone and listened to his voice mail prompt, Hey, it's Gerry at Enniskerry Limo. Leave a message. Over and over again.
I could finally listen to his voice, wrap myself in the quilt, and cry out happily. He is not here now and will never come back again. He has already turned into the box of ashes lying in front of the bed. Only in such a slow way as the voice mail can he hear his vivid voice, although it can only be repeated like this. Hello, please leave a message.
In the days of snail dwelling, she was alone in the love nest of two people, and she was quietly corrupted. She sang loudly in his suspenders and shorts. I miss the Irish elf who can sing happily when the sky falls. He had hallucinations from time to time, he was in the room, holding the guitar and singing the gentle and lingering love song of the lounge.
On her birthday, when her mother and friends came to the house, she was singing a sad opera to the TV, hoarse.
The gift I received was a cake from my husband. He promised in the recording that he would write to her.
For a whole year after, she received mail from him in various ways. Let her join a team, let her dispose of all his things in the room, let her travel, and see where he has lived since childhood. In the end, let her forget the pain a little bit and be able to live a good life. At the end of all emails without exception, there is a sentence, ps: I love you.
As time continued to move forward, he seemed to foresee where he would be at a certain moment, and sent all kinds of suggestions and instructions.
The first letter asked her to go to the bar with her friends, and she must spend time with her mother. She hid in the bathroom and shed tears when everyone was reveling, just because she suddenly didn't understand why God wanted to snatch her 35-year-old husband away. Drunk, being carried back, and feeling his embrace in the dimness. He said, have you found your next husband?
The clothes sent back by the dry cleaners contained a letter written by him. He said that everything except this leather jacket would be disposed of. That dress, when the two people met for the first time, he once put it on her shoulders. And she couldn't deal with anything he left behind, so she had to ask someone to help.
He asked her to stand on the stage again and sing. When the music started, she seemed to have disappeared from the noisy audience. Only him, quietly and admiringly, listened to her singing in the empty hall.
I still habitually say to the empty half of the bed, Garry, go turn off the light, now it's your turn.
After receiving a new letter, he would still buy a new bedside lamp, turning it on and off again and again. Between the light and the shadow, he seemed to get up to wash and go out the door.
Just imagine, how can you get used to it, there is no one in this world anymore.
I don't know what a person wants to do the most before the end of life. And he would use all his time to write a letter buried where she might arrive in the future, and even write to her friends, asking them to accompany her to go fishing and go to the tavern. Complete what he promised but failed to do. Try to plan her future life with all her knowledge as much as possible, and give a woman who gradually loses her ability to earn a living under his protection, the courage and skills to survive. Did he really have never thought that he had never complained or despaired.
How can one imagine that while a person endures a little bit of pain swallowed by death, what he thinks the most is his lover, or in other words, how to make his lover forget himself and live a strong life.
There is no gloom or pain in his heart. It seems that he left this world with a smile without any painful regrets.
Scattered interludes, fragments of memories link up their past lives and love a little bit.
I can't forget the appreciation in his eyes when he listened to her singing on stage in the bar. That kind of look, really, love it.
They met in Ireland. She was a naive 19-year-old woman on her graduation trip. He was just the passerby she happened to meet while she was lost. love at first sight. Because of her innocent and innocent eyes for a moment, she was persistent. To the moment he was about to die, he could still remember the moment when he fell in love with her.
Then he followed her to the United States, a strange city, far away from parents and friends, married her, endured her complaints and temper, because the room was too small, because there was too little money, and because he was tired, he had to go to a bar party. Impatience. Wanting a child, she vetoed it because of the hard life now, got a brain tumor, and left his beloved wife at the age of thirty-five.
He looked at her eyes as if he was looking at a treasure. Any time.
When she first met, she wore the leather jacket he won a bet and walked into the tavern where he sang. He saw her at a glance. He held the guitar and sang the song Galway Girl step by step towards her. She went from an ordinary audience to an angel in the envious eyes of everyone. Because he loves her.
Calculating age, he is seven years older than her. How much tolerance should be paid by him alone. When a girl grows up, there should be countless moments of madness, depression and grievance, but in the end he is still very Loving her, he even allowed this love to continue miraculously a year after his death. Everywhere, seamless with the trajectory of her life.
Even at the end, the moment the strap that had hit his eyes buckled on the shoe, she understood what she wanted to do and designed the shoes. She quit five jobs before, but she never knew she was going to do it. what. Even when he was not in this world, he could give her such a profound gift.
It seems that he always loves the benefactor inside, paying too much without repaying, and he should be complacent if he thinks about it, and he can hold up all the expectations and care for the woman he loves. But in the last letter he said, It's to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me. You made me a man by loving me, Holly, and for that I am eternally grateful. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, you'll try and see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife.
There is no accurate sentence to express, but tears are streaming down.
Because of your love, let me become a man. Thank you for being my wife.
Only true love can make a person be forgiving and calm. Whether facing the complicated and complicated life, or facing the sudden arrival of death.
Faced with this kind of love, only being silently moved can be so simple that it seems that the life around you can be easy to come by, and at the same time it can be very gorgeous, so that the passage of love in the novel on TV is too much to pass.
I like the Titanic, and the record kept is also mentioned in the previous article and will not be mentioned again.
I watched countless movies in the middle, I watched it and cried, and occasionally wrote it casually with emotion, but I haven't felt this way for a long time. After watching a movie like this, there will be some confusion. I don't know when the next movie that can touch me this way will appear.
In 1997, 2007, such encounters were too hard. But I still have to thank the United States and Hollywood.
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