How about dear Mr Darcy. The pride of a gentleman, the restrained silence, and the surging enthusiasm that is endured are the unquestionable tenderness in the eyes, the awakened suppressed sensibility and the pure heart, that is the dream of all girls.
So are we. Accustomed to being proud and estranged, sharp arguments and forceful expressions, he angrily uses numerous adjectives to describe his unreasonable intolerance. Such intense emotions can only prove that he easily entered his heart.
How not to be fascinating, MR. Lefroy, that bit of uninhibited, proud and cunning eyes, that bit of evil in his eyes that has never been concealed and concealed from time to time, but will also stand in the center of the battlefield like a hot-blooded youth. The contradictory but beautiful temperament is fascinating, and perhaps the gentle smile is the truth. At the moment of dancing, the appearance of Lefroy made Jane, who was repressed and had to abide by the etiquette, even smile brightly, spinning, spinning, looking forward to the waves of light, and the whole person seemed to be radiating light, at that moment I really believed it. , love has such magic power.
God I'm yours. I'm yours, hreat and soul.
Ask which woman is in the world. Can resist the words of a sweetheart.
Reluctance to live in a lie of determination. Vigorous elopement. The morning sun and woods in the English countryside are full of green and smeared with the breath of dew. The beautiful people go on the journey of love, anxious but happy.
Ah. But we all know that it is just an indelible proof that love exists in memory. The existence of that moment is purely for existence and not for continuation. We all know the weight of Everything. The weight of responsibility is many. If love bears guilt and abandons responsibility. In the hearts of two kind people, the luster is bound to be damaged, and sooner or later, they will regret it, which is a predictable end of destruction.
Can only let go. No match for fate, at least to retain his pride. At least there was once a fervent quest for happiness. At least our persistence is not wrong.
And Mr.Wisley, a waiting gentleman, a silent but lovely character, wants to come to Jane's Mr. Darcy, it should be a combination of him and Lefroy, not just his life experience plus Lefroy's people.
In fact, how can this story be a tragedy. How can love separated by external resistance be a tragedy. Only the name of Jane. The recitation that was deliberately no longer involved, the gentle but complex eyes. All show the lasting love of love. To be the love of each other's life, for a girl, is there anything happier than this?
But when I watched the whole movie, what kept popping up in my mind was nothing to do with this movie. Maybe what I want to say is that our girls' cognition of love comes from the beautiful dreams weaved for us by unmarried people.
How do girls like us grow up? What would we be like today if we had not been told the meaning of kindness and independence, and planted the seeds of quiet pride in our hearts?
You see, Lefroy's comments when he met Jane for the first time were so sharp. We who have never seen the real world have a childish self-appreciation and self-righteousness about the talents we have. That proud and childish behavior exudes innocence and thinking. The light and we had assumed that someone would fall in love with it.
But in the world we exist in, there is no Mr. Darcy, no Mr.Lefory, and even Mr.Wisley is rare.
The arrogance we see is often not the sensibility we expect. And sensibility is often reduced to an excuse for cowardice. The love we look forward to, comes from Jane Eyre from Pride and Prejudice or from Gone with the Wind. The woman we admire is light and fierce.
But in fact, when did the battlefield that belonged to men allowed women to get involved? Even today, the war has only spread to love.
We think that common dreams are important, independent personality is important, thinking and communication at the same height are important, if love cannot make people better, we sometimes doubt it and our own value, we always I want to keep up with his pace, thinking that the feelings of fighting side by side will be cherished, and those, maybe just what we think.
In the same way, we thought that sincerity in those awkward personalities could be discovered, the wisdom hidden in the light irony could be captured, and the fierceness behind the calm appearance might be enough to be captivating. We even believe in who we are, to serve a soulmate.
What is a joke. Dear, am I a joke?
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