I met her online and I don't know how to persuade her to come back. Looking at her weblog, I know that she and another boy like each other, even to the point where she thinks they love each other. Before, she had resisted an arranged marriage, but her father threatened to break her leg. Then she ran away. Should I blame her for not understanding responsibility? Or tell her, you are a kid, you know what love is. The boy you are obsessed with, needless to say, is just a little handsome, can say sweet words to coax you, or pretend to be cool to attract the attention of girls. Let alone what careers and responsibilities are there. Such boys should be dismissive. The person you love so much, you even think that you can give up your life for him, everything you miss will bear his shadow, and your unfading love for him every day is what you need to remember. Meaningful things-this person is ridiculous in the eyes of others; and this feeling is stupid in the eyes of others. But I changed my mind and thought again, what on earth should I use to arbitrarily judge other people's feelings. I can’t understand the madness of others, just like I can’t be understood sometimes? Adults sneered at her so-called love. As a sister and someone who is deeply in love, I despise her love is equivalent to despise myself, and at the same time may offend some spectators. At least the spectators who like "Cold Mountain" will angrily treat me as a superficial person at my self-righteous judgment of my sister's love.
On the day of the war, outside the church, Inman's face did not have a trace of expectation of war, just like other people. He said to Ada who looked at him with concern:
You better go back to Charleston.
So who is here waiting for you to come back.
Ada's words blurted out, as if he had already planned the worst at that moment, waiting, waiting for a long time without news. And Inman also imprinted "go home" in his mind, no matter what the war is like, no matter whether he can save his body, he must come back. This is the vow of love. "I will always wait for you" is a variation of "I love you".
There should be many people who like Ruby as much as I do. In the war years, a strong woman who did not shed tears easily twisted the head of a chicken without taking a sigh of relief, without any twist-our Ruby's eyes blinked and blinked. Rude, strong country girl, straight-tempered, such a description is really poor. When Ada was playing the piano, our Ruby was clearly sitting on the steps thoughtfully, leaning on the stair poles. When Ada recites the fragment of "Wuthering Heights" at night, Ruby knows that Catherine shouldn't marry Linton. She took the book and read a sentence, and then said with some comprehension that it was a sentence she liked. Her sentimentality was only in the environment in which she grew up, especially during the war years, and it was even more inappropriate to express when she was with Ada. What we are fond of is precisely that she swept all the men as if she could pick up the gun, swept away all the misfortunes in the war, and then continued to implement her farm plan and continue her life.
Inman will be back. In the previous 2 hours of viewing, most viewers would not question this. Then of course they complained to each other and made love. The most difficult part is probably the scene between meeting and going to bed. Fortunately, the director did not want them to hug each other when they met in the snow for the first time, only Ada’s tears fell silently (the evil and magical flashes of Erkang and Ziwei in the Butterfly Valley in "Return the Pearl 1" (Is that the name?) When meeting again, run to each other and hug each other). Love is a construct. Memories are an excellent way to summon love, especially the repeated uninterrupted copy of the same memory. By the fire, they exchanged the same memory—Inman kept plowing the fields, while Ada kept showing up holding the wine tray. The distance is slowly getting closer, and the necessary chemical reaction is already in the air, love returns, no, it should be said that the seed of love rooted in the hearts of the two finally spit out new sprouts. What was going to happen and what had happened this night turned into memories again, this time leaving more than a photo, a book, a silhouette, a kiss, a few letters, but a child.
Inman is dead. Hasn't he died many times? This time it was only under Ada's gaze, and finally he could really die. There was no pain when he died, because he had no vision of the future, and returning home was the end of his imagination. And Ada will continue to miss him, she said, as if he was still on his way back. This is the beautiful panic she sprinkled on herself. Hush! Don't expose her, because we often lie to ourselves similarly. I'm sitting here now, and I thought that the dead grandmother was guarding me silently not far from me. In fact, why be afraid, love makes my lies exist as solid as a rock, provided that we believe in love.
After all, Lengshan is still cold, with dark clouds. But Ada said that the clouds dispersed and she saw the sun.
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