Let’s talk about the feeling of watching a movie. I probably still don’t know what love is. I have liked and been liked a few times, secretly liked a man who is impossible to stay in my life countless times, and I have seen countless screams. Love of love: I think love is about needing and being needed. I have no right to deny the so-called magic of love, nor am I interested in agreeing. People in the movie say there is, so let's assume it is. francisca and robert were attracted by that magnet, and then derailed physically for four days and derailed spiritually for the rest of their lives. Well I have to admit that I don't believe in love, I can't accept assumptions. I'm just watching the fun, and it seems like I'm really into the drama. I was moved when robert said goodbye to francisca in the rain, waiting for her to decide to expect her to go with him. very romantic. And then when I was waiting for the green light at the crossroads, I thought this movie was simply romantic. Through the rain-soaked glass, francisca saw robert bent over to pick up something in the car in front, saw him slowly take off the necklace he had given him from his neck and hang it on the rearview mirror, winding the chain gently After a few laps, she began to silently think about the unique four days. She recalled that eight days ago, he bent over to pick up something like this. His hand touched her leg, and he said sorry. Seven days ago, six days ago, pictures must have been flashing in her mind. Those short-lived warm fresh and exciting pictures thus appear sincere and precious, and are presumed to be unique because they rarely happen once. Then the green light came on, but he still stopped there, and he should have waited with tears on his face for her to get out of the car and follow him, and take that brave step. She also almost walked out, only to move slowly and was eliminated by time. She wept bitterly. Everything returned to the normal state of safety, and in those four days, there was no follow-up, so it became the most beautiful, so beautiful.
Seeing this, my deepest emotion is this sentence in The Little Prince: The reason why the desert is beautiful is that there is an oasis hidden somewhere.
After waiting for more than an hour, I finally saw these romantic and touching plots, which is enough to make people feel that this is a very good movie.
I still don't get anything out of it, even a simple belief. I'm just a spectator who hasn't been numb yet. Sadness and joy are just normal physiological reactions, and I don't know why. After more than five hours, I even forgot why I was moved.
The reality is the desert, the endless desert is the desert, and the desert must be faced. Compared to this, Oasis is so, fake, like a lie.
You can say that such an oasis is enough to support us through the pale days and nights, and let us look forward to each tomorrow with enthusiasm. But don't you think this should be a reward for your persistence rather than magic? Too long to follow the rules and be cautious, too much normal life is bland, at a specific time and in a specific situation, when you have been sucked up by the demon of attachment, you are given a courageous right to break through the barriers , let your soul relax for a moment, say what it wants to say and do what it wants to do, this is romance.
Romance is there, it's just that life has locked it up for too long, and when it breaks out, even the life that wraps it up is buoyed up.
After it comes out to dry for a while, the romance is probably about to dry, so you have to lock it back in time, otherwise when it is dry by itself, everything will be boring and ugly, as if laughing at people's greed.
Therefore, francisca's final choice is wise, as is the choice of all sane people.
That's probably why we'll never be able to eat with romance, it's so unpredictable and free-wheeling. We dare not, we still have endless deserts to go. We can rely on, probably only the plain and practical step by step. Your previous step guarantees your next step. Although it is boring, we can sleep peacefully and steadfastly one night after another. Tomorrow we will be greeted by a round of golden and warm sunshine, which will not torture us severely. The inner goodness knows virtue, wisdom and patience, but tells us with a smile, go ahead, my dear child, the reason why the desert is beautiful is that there is an oasis hidden somewhere.
Immediately I felt wicked. How can you so slander the most beautiful love in life? Have I really lost my last patience and hope for life?
But in my life, I can't believe it, can't not make assumptions, can't pretend not to see or think.
Mr. Xia, do you still remember the comments Mr. Xia gave you at the back of your composition? He wants you to remain passionate about life. I forgot the other words, but I just remember this sentimental message. And now, I have chosen his class again, subconsciously, I want to regain my passion for life, I like this teacher, and I want to believe in some things by believing in him.
Coincidentally, I once played a game such as drumming and passing flowers with my friends on my blog. There was a question asking my friend to talk about my shortcomings. A friend who thought he knew me better, only wrote two words in the answer, passionate.
Very contradictory, right? Or a life punishment for being overly affectionate?
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