This is gossip.
Over the years, I have not found the original book of "Love in the Time of Cholera". One is my disgust for pirated books, and the other is that I like this story so much that I am well aware of the destined smallness brought about by such excessive expectations. Small disappointment, despite being as great as Marquez. Accidentally let the film preconceived, the image has stronger adhesion than the text, even if it is the not beautiful heroine, the unconvincing sense of time and the charming but separated face of Javier Bardem.
Love starts from the heart that meets the eyes, and finally An Ran, who looks at the scenery hand in hand. Ignoring the intervening decades of floating life, it seems that there is a beginning and an end to the consummation. But no matter how you guessed the beginning and the end correctly, you couldn't guess what happened, the firm belief he concealed in the twists and turns, and the little doubt she had hidden in her stable life.
"I just want to lose my virginity for love."
"The only thing that interests me is love."
He spent his life of indulgence in love with her, preserving her virginity in the entanglement of hundreds of women's bodies. Just like that joking little poem, he practiced two kinds of love, body and soul, separated from flesh and spirit. In the former kingdom, he was sloppy and passionate, but in the latter, he was firm and loyal like a believer.
Such a wait is so romantic that there is a hint of absurdity. She said he was a shadow, like a ghost. It is doomed for a lifetime to be unable to escape and not to be spared. And under the happy life, she really thinks everything is just an illusion, as she said? Or maybe she took her father's words as self-hypnosis, and was able to escape from the suffocating love. They could never be evenly matched. She couldn't bear the love he gave, let alone give an equal response. After the initial madness, she was at a loss.
So they met again, and without any warning, she deceived everyone and made him forget her. Are you afraid of being burned by this passion? She would rather deny her past sincerity and regard everything as a misunderstanding. After half a lifetime, I still told myself that it was an illusion.
And love is his only belief, life and career. Perhaps because of his genetics, he could write business letters as love letters. She inadvertently became the one who lit up his life, and life was finally able to open the gap, with heat, he gave her all the love and poetry, so unreserved, and thus doomed to tragedy.
I have seen too many loves that are not optimistic about the family and are broken up, but in the end there are only two ways out, either regretting this life for each other, or swearing to the death to become a family. A little regret in my heart. But the reality was so cruel that he couldn't choose any one. After despairing again and again, he didn't give up on himself or even desperately try to get up. He chose the gentlest and most incredible way to wait. For a full 53 years, it seems that there is no hope and no end to wait, from the old years to the new century, from the elegant young man to the handsome face. He is really confident, confident that love can brush away the dust that has fallen in her heart for decades, and that he will not lose the original intention of love in a young and full body. But occasionally he will be shocked, and he will question the unfounded optimism. If he really can't wait for her, then the meaning of so many years will collapse.
Fortunately, such a bright ending. The bitter end has a sweet taste.
"The only disease you have is cholera."
"No, mother, you confuse cholera with love."
On the return ship, a yellow-black flag was raised. In his life, how could he ever distinguish between cholera and love. He had a lifelong incurable love disease, but the end point was life, not death.
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