A man who complains constantly, a smart and beautiful woman. Although they are old, this is the portrayal of their youth and even their whole life. What man has never roared at life? Whether a woman is willing to endure a man's infinite struggle and anger towards life is an important criterion for a woman to understand and love a man. This understanding is one of the true meanings of love. The old couple in "Golden Pond" are ordinary but not plain. Their figures are like the old backs of Simba and Nana in "The Lion King": a male lion who fights all his life, and a lioness who accompanies tenderly. This figure is not just a legend, but a life.
Katharine Hepburn played this life. She seemed so natural, so simple. In her twilight years, she still maintains the same freshness and excitement about life and nature as at the beginning of her life. She was so pleasantly surprised by the singing of loons and full of love for the grass and trees by the lake. Especially when she was dancing in the woods alone, she was like a whirling white butterfly in the golden forest. This is a dance full of energy, clear and pure soul. If the fall of autumn leaves is a low, tawny sigh, then her narcissistic singing and dancing are a white melody that soars upward. This is one of my favorite scenes in the whole show. Fresh and lively, without twilight. Four-time Academy Award winner Katharine Hepburn was once judged for her beauty and tenacity, and we were fortunate to see her portraying Ethel as beautiful and moving.
Depressed and eccentric, old Norman stood in stark contrast to her. Yet isn't this the general situation for most of us? So this is a tragic ordinary warrior thrown off the track of his life. The glorious achievements of the past can only be a vivid contrast to the old and useless. Would you be willing to show your loose teeth in the mirror? Would you be willing to be saddened by pictures of muscular and muscular youth? Would you be willing to call yourself the old man and the sea, and use that Hemingway-like tough guy situation to contrast the gloomy reality of old age?
We can't. We can only roar at life occasionally, demonstratively showing fangs that are no longer sharp and claws that are no longer useful. This is the life of a man. Even if you are old and unable to challenge life, you still cannot change this attitude.
Therefore, how do we meet the life we are not old with a fighting attitude? Do we want to use the countless fame we have won in our youth in exchange for wiping the past with trembling hands like dead branches when we are old, so that we can feel no regrets or even immortality? Should we exchange for the endless loss and confusion when we are about to leave the world with the courage to forge ahead and the busy, hasty and hasty previous life?
Yes, life is too hasty, and the gap between gain and loss has passed. Even if you want to become famous as early as possible, it is hard to hide the desolation of life in the evening and look back on the world! Philosophers have said that life is but one ending, and everyone rushes to the grave. Those who take no regrets as the highest level of life, pursue world affairs all their lives, desert their hearts, and in the end, just like old Norman, have they even forgotten the old way they were familiar with when they were young? This is the road to the golden pond. One of the things we are most likely to regret is not until we get old that we find that we can't return to the golden pond that belongs to us? Isn't that kind of golden splendor realm that can only be finally reached and finally returned by accumulating in a lifetime?
The golden pond is nowhere else, it can only come from the search of your life. When the light of your life fades away, the splendid brilliance that illuminates a pond of water will surely disappear, like a beam of X-rays disappearing into the infinite end of the universe. But yesterday's twilight must be transformed into the splendor of the new morning and sunrise, the morning glow is evergreen, and the new vitality is eternal because of the spread.
This is a pond that nurtures new vitality. It's a place to rest. Old people sink to the bottom like dead loons, where new life hatches and brings water to life. No matter how far this life will go to fight wandering.
Then I remembered that I had a dream of going to Lugu Lake for swimming, boating, reading, fishing and thinking with the dream of "Walden Pond" and "Golden Pond" in my vacation. Maybe what I was looking for was a golden lakeside. Now that I think about it, it shouldn't be elsewhere, and we shouldn't look for heaven outside of ourselves. It just sleeps in the corner of your heart. May be gradually awakened by us, and may be lost forever.
I suddenly realized why, after each holiday after work, I would pack my heavy luggage in such a hurry, and then go to a distant place with the same excitement as going to a date. I woke up to the meaning of it, and I also woke up to the goal that has been hazy and ambiguous during the journey. Life is like traveling, and traveling is an important part of life. I hurriedly searched for the pond of my life, like a loon and Walter who had once lost their way home, hoping to return to where they came from. That place is lurking at the end of the journey, where there is a wooden house waiting quietly by the water, and there is a lovely and intelligent lover who will accompany you until old age. Here you will share your love for the world from the beginning to the end to those who are still young and young in the golden light. Here, under the mysterious waters, you will also reach a compromise with Walter, who has been fighting all your life, and throw away the fishing rod you have been fishing for all your life. This is the meaning of my throbbing journey. And every mountain and lake that passes by, every person who meets and brushes shoulders on the way, is a small part of the golden light and vivid lake water of this pond. I collect it all my life, and I will go back with a full load in the end.
Another holiday is approaching, and I am already eager to find the next spoonful of water, the next ray of sunshine, and the next meaningful story that belongs to me. My journey remains as persistent as ever, but never as clear.
We were young before we finally returned to the Golden Pond. We'll keep hitting the road, collecting ponds, plants, stories, characters, and serenity that will eventually be our own.
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