People are born, old, sick, and dying, with emotions and desires, supported by spirit, armed with reality, and survived by soul. I don’t know how long it will last for a certain kind of unforgettable pursuit in the beginning, whether it starts with ignorance, or continues with youth, or it wears down and forgets after joining the WTO, leaving only a clear mark, engraved in the soul, at a loss, perhaps vaguely. Turning to an outdated paragraph will bring tears to my eyes. However, in the end, it is the best as long as the self is dead.
Perhaps, there are many people, more people, with the high spirits of the past that can't be eliminated, and they are walking step by step in the process of realization. People are getting old, leaving the team, falling behind, adding half the vicissitudes of life and regrets as scheduled, but still willing to go back and sort out the life that has long belonged to the future. This means that it is not only when you are young that you do the things of youth. The body and spirit are quite inconsistent. Having the most active body without the deepest application. On the contrary, the ever-new infatuation and attachment to the once troubled youthful self are poisoned.
Especially men, men who are about to die, men who have been damaged at a certain critical point, men who have been abandoned by their youthful and full self, always thinking of reviving their old dreams, but using realistic goals. The reason why the love in "Elegy" is entangled, filled with cold whining, and full of decisive separation, is because the starvation of David and Conswella is realized because their souls have long lost an important fulcrum. Despite the gentleness of the literati, it is full of civilization. But in the heart, the incomplete, dying, and deficient, along with the aging youth and body, have an instinctive eruption in the spiritual shackles.
There are always opportunities to meet in life. There may not be many sincere and true feelings, but we have met. And in the eternal intersection of human nature and civilization and barbarism, the choice becomes even more important. The higher the level of civilization, the greater the need for self-actualization and the more apparent the falsehood. Apart from the rights, it is just that how a person spends an ordinary life and how to live a beautiful and complete life in his own small circle, no one can conclude. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, every day there are dangers and opportunities.
Such a reality makes no sense at all for those who use the spiritual world to support themselves. They are good at arming sensibility with reason, rather than measuring sensibility with reason, such as professor David and student Conswella. Therefore, this desolate love is like the sunshine from the early winter to the late winter, even if it is warm, it cannot maintain the temperature. The harvest season has passed, and there is nothing to rely on, nothing to have, so I am afraid. Thus, love becomes love, possession becomes torture, waiting becomes farewell.
"The Dying Flesh" is the title of the original novel of this movie, which reveals the secret of this love in one sentence. The original author brutalized the intersection of fate and death, and let the moviegoers judge the existence of the soul in the decisive decision of death. Between the existence and survival of true love and the indifference and cruelty of humanity, between responsibility and trust and the alienation and oppression of the world, what is the value of happiness and beauty? Facts have proved that there are only self-struggles and detachments, those avoidance and avoidance for self-goal, self-safety, self-worship, those plausible reasons.
Therefore, people only know the honorable and credible possessions when they are lost, and when they are irreversible. Although "Elegy" woven by female directors is very un-American, it has the elegance and taste of European films, but it adheres to the simplicity and simplicity of Hollywood movies, and appears more cruel and straightforward in the seemingly profound artistic conception. This is good, without the obscurity of the philosopher and the over-exaggeration of spirituality, and it is more straightforward and realistic. In this way, the cruelty of the theme and the power to wake up the fate are exaggerated.
A person, at what time, may have an absolute chance to face an abnormal separation of life and death, and regret it for the rest of his life. This probability is too small. And a person, at what time, may not turn the incompleteness of the self into a requirement for others, and always remember, this probability is even smaller. Conswella is daring to love and dare to do. She has a sincere heart. Even though she has encountered all kinds of deep hardships, she is more resilient because of her youth. And old David, hypocritical and cunning, weeping in a corner but dignified in public, grows more greedy with age and detachment.
The monologue left behind by the pointless criticism of "Elegy" is very hurtful, and what is right and what is wrong can only be viewed with regret. It is better to be prepared for some things, and remember the sad past events in the past, but you don't need to continue to control your body and mind. Tomorrow is longer, and today's pain will continue tomorrow. Even if you meet happiness, even if you are by your side, it will be in vain. You know, the human heart is full of flesh, and it hurts not to pack it. Packing it to the point of being cold and ruthless will still not change the advanced nature of us as emotional animals. If so, it will be more painful.
If this is the case, it is the selfishness and greed of the self sinking alone, and the obsession with sacrificing the other's emotions. Even if true love, it will be exhausted and both will suffer. Time does not change, people will grow old, and greed is unnecessary. A man, let's learn how to deal with the problem of responsibility first.
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