However, this is all about taking her as a novelist - it should be said that she is still my least favorite kind of novelist who writes her own experiences into novels - but from the perspective of evaluating women, she is a woman with great love persistent woman.
I like this woman.
I love that she takes the initiative to kiss her lover in the garden at night.
I love that she is willing to work hard for her love even though she knows there is little hope.
I like that she forgave her lover because of her love, and left everything in the homeland of her honorable family at that time to elope with him.
I like that she can understand the difficulties of her lover and leave him resolutely. Even if he gets married and has children, she still does not compromise, and she is persistent and lonely.
And what I like most about her is that, after all of this, the two women in her novels who are so similar in character to her and her sister have happy endings.
And the person Jane loves is also a person worthy of love. It's hard to tell if this was her luck or misfortune. He has always loved her and she has always loved him. This love...quiet, tacit, whatever. It's also hard to say what exactly kept them from being together. Maybe it's just because they love each other too much, love each other too much, and even worry too much about making each other unhappy. Such cherishing separates them and keeps their love forever.
Jane's sister was also unmarried all her life, and these two women who have lost their love are also close sisters who will accompany each other for the rest of their lives. Seems like a lucky thing. Jane must think so too. But I believe there will always be many moments, the moment when walking through the trees, the moment when she sees a young man playing baseball, the moment when she is quietly looking for books in the library, and the moment when she even sees people waiting anxiously at the crossroads, she will secretly Thinking, it's a pity it's not you. There is no sadness, no remorse, and it can't even be called regret. It's just a pity that you can even laugh at, but dare not touch it deeply.
Jane died a long time ago. I wonder if she would remember what he said when she was dying. If we can't be together, what's the point of life? Would you have thought that if they were not together again, and she was going to leave, what would his life be like to the person who once or always thought she was the meaning of life? And no matter why life exists, having such love is enough to support them through their lives.
But, unfortunately it's not you.
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