-----Frances Mayes
Within a few days, I watched Under The Tuscna Sun several times, and the words of Frances lingered in my ears over and over again. After the divorce, I bought a house in tuscan, alone, facing the old house of the century, facing the faucet that does not flow. ......wanted to cry without tears. Post-divorce nightmares beat her over and over again:" It doesn't actually kill you, kike a bullet to the heart or a head-on car wreck. It should. When someone you 've promised to cherish till death do you part says" I never lvoed you", it should kill you instantly." A lonely heart needs a home and a sense of belonging. . . . . . "I'm sick of being afraid all the time and because I still want things. I want a weding in this house and I want a family in this house!" When the soul loses its charm, it does crazy things to satisfy a certain These desires, when you wake up from a dream, it turns out that it is really a dream, so real, so real that it is like a bullet passing through the dirt, but it can bleed. You can imagine that at the moment when the ashes are revived, the spirit is extremely abundant, and the water from the tap is already dripping. Guess it will be like a spring right away? However, in an instant, it was discovered that it was a dream, and it was torn apart at the end. My whole heart was suddenly clasped one after another, unable to breathe!
Fortunately, the words of Catherine's "like crazy" made her look at life seriously; the miracle of the ancient Alpes train track made her believe in the value of hope.
"You have to live spherically in many directions. Never lose your childish enthusiasm, and things will come your way. Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present. "The
kitchen is empty, trying to cook for someone , as long as you want, everyone around you can appreciate your cooking skills;
I hope there is a home in a spare room, and a friend's baby is born. She became a mother, aren't you also an aunt? Who cares who this family belongs to?
I hope there is a wedding in the garden, and the girl in the neighborhood can finally marry the boy in Holland, and their happiness has your share, because you have become the boy's relative. In happy laughter, who cares if the wedding is yours?
When you are sitting on a rattan chair to harvest family and wedding, a ladybug flies to you, think of Catherine's story, when I was a child, I turned the grass in order to find a ladybug, but couldn't catch one, so tired that I lay down, When he woke up, he found a ladybug crawling on his hand. . . . . . You look up and see, your Mr. Rright is waving to you. Since then, in Tuscan, your smile will always bloom like a sunflower there
, and life will continue under the bright sun. The old man who sent flowers to a stone wall every day finally greeted you with a smile, turned on the computer, tapped the text, the sound of water rushing, you bare your feet, thinking with your toes, the water in life flows so naturally, you need to prepare only the mood.
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