there are some of these little stories that I don't understand, but there are also a few that I like. One of them said that his wife was terminally ill. When she was about to tell her husband the news, because she couldn't bear all the eccentricities of his wife and the extravagance outside, her husband just asked her for a divorce (it really picks the time) , but his husband changed his mind immediately after learning that his wife's time was short, said goodbye to his lover, and cherished the last time with his wife wholeheartedly. The story ends by saying: Now, even after many years have passed, as long as he sees a woman wearing red clothes (his wife only likes to wear red clothes during her lifetime), his heart will still tremble. The eyes of the two men in The Tale of Two Negroes are impressive, full of friendliness and simplicity. There is also a story about a newlywed couple who visited Wilde's tomb during their honeymoon because the wife liked Wilde, but the husband couldn't understand why she was so obsessed with him... It's just because I've always had a dream to visit the Brontës Take a look at the cemetery, my wife's admiration and love for Wilde makes me feel like a bosom friend~
My favorite of the whole film is the final story, an independent elderly woman traveling alone (and her dog) to Paris. For someone like me, who likes France, but is not fanatical, and has no possibility of going further, the monologue from a tourist's point of view resonates more with me. Women looking for restaurants alone, not traveling with groups, meditating on lush paths and gardens... This is the state I most want to travel. She and I will be invaded by emotions for a period of time, sadness> happiness, we are all alone, in a strange city, those faded memories of the past come back, just because of a small uncontrollable affection, we fell in love Paris.
I like the woman's monologue very much:
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but, during this time, I have been thinking a lot about my life, walking the streets and thinking a lot of questions at the same time. I can...I can see what I've been waiting for. I hope to find in those places, what I have read in books, there will be some adventures. I believe Parisians are friendly.
I visited a famous cemetery where many famous people are buried. There are the tombs of Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, two famous French thinkers, and they were very much in love, so they were buried together. I also visited the tomb of Diaz, who is also a celebrity. Sitting on the chair in front of his grave, facing him, and I'm still thinking, it's a very interesting thing. I think of my sister, who died young, and my mother, who died of cancer last year.
One day, many people and I took the elevator to see the panorama of Paris. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't care. Anyway, everyone is unavoidable. But I still went up. Enjoy the view with many people. It's really nice. So now I'm thinking, what a happy life this is. From this highest point, I overlooked the whole of Paris. It's like telling someone that it's so beautiful, isn't it? But there was no one around. I was reminded of my first love, who wanted to come and see Paris. Thinking like this, I feel stupid again because I haven't seen him in eleven years. And he's married now, with someone I don't know
I found a small park and sitting in the park, I took out my prepared sandwich and ate it slowly, it was delicious. Then something happened, something hard to describe. Sitting there quietly, thinking about nothing. Away from my work, familiar surroundings and people, I developed a deep feeling, I felt an inexplicable emotion, or an emotion I had been waiting for for a long time. But I don't know what it is, maybe it's something I've forgotten, or maybe I've never experienced it. All I can say is that I felt joy and sadness at the same time but more sadness. Because I feel like I'm still alive. Yes, alive. It was from this moment that I started to love Paris, and at the same time I felt that Paris loved me too.
Baudelaire's poem said: "The city of all evil, I love you!" After
watching this film superficially, although I still didn't like Paris more (maybe because I didn't understand enough), I found the same interests as myself. , gained a travel attitude. The benefits of a film are different for everyone, and for me, that's probably the case.
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