The preciousness of life in Liberal arts.
lies in the fact that you can never look back when you walk, and that you have to learn to give up if you don't get it. The beauty of youth is a better metaphor. If it comes all over again, everyone will risk their lives again for the impulse and confusion of youth.
After watching the movie for a long time, I didn't see anything. In the drowsy afternoon gym class, I was so sleepy that I almost fainted. I probably did the exercise until the third and eighth beat of the fourth quarter. I took back my insensitivity to it. It is not about a youthful college student, probably not a calm and a little dull young man, a retired professor who is lost, and let me see three distinct stages of life and emotions.
He's probably one of the most talked about students on that campus, and he can do everything. He has been re-used by the University for his outstanding research results. He thought that this was life, and he would continue to be like this, that he would always be that respected professor, that he would always do the job he liked, and that he would always be side by side with his wife. Professor Peter never thought that aging would come so quickly. I think the silver-haired professor who said he never grew up after 19 knew better than anyone that aging is like growing up, and there is no way to resist it. And unfortunately, when you are old, the world is still full of vigor and vitality.
Like an old part being overhauled, Peter retired. I once thought that when I was old, I could finally look at others with a calm gaze; when I was old, I could finally look back on the past with the richest experience; but when I was old, I was as lonely as the world lost me. Those who are tired and busy for the road ahead, the ambiguous blushing and heartbeat for love, that blushing quarrel, that late autumn tossing and turning. All cannot grow old with me. Young and me, this is a clean break.
35 years old may be directly related to attractiveness. Because Jesse, 35, is exactly that. A plaid shirt, a beard, a head full of food for thought, and a face that might be a little handsome. With a dream in his heart and a love for literature, Jesse, who ran to the age of 35, still has a reluctance to part with the university. Perhaps it is precise because of this that the 19-year-old female college student only fell in love with this literary youth who may be a little older, and then fell in love unexpectedly. Literature, music, drama, two people wrote letters to talk about their hobbies and signed a letter to miss you. Everything beautifully makes me misunderstood. The irresistible enthusiasm, initiative, and fiery almost put Jesse in the gap of 16 years. But you know, the reason is a necessary skill for a middle-aged person. Reason comes neither sooner nor too late, and strength is neither light nor heavy, just enough to bring him far enough to see the truth. Jesse stopped, he said, inappropriate.
Zibby, the 19-year-old female classmate. How to say she is youthful and fearless. As for whether these two simple words embodied in her would be related. Like youth is so fearless and so on, I don't know. In short, look at her 19-year-old life, as an adventure. All the worries are superfluous, and all the cringe disappears. It was as if some force was pushing zibby forward, going on and on, doing whatever she wanted, loving, and expressing love. I don't know if this force should be interpreted as youthful or impulsive, or if youthful impulsiveness is more appropriate. Want to meet, want to hug, want to kiss, want to give everything. In this inexplicable love, she is called brave. When Jesse chose to stop, I think Zibby's life has also taken a step forward. From now on, love is no longer all it takes, it is probably a fitting dress, comfortable and natural, and indispensable.
There are always people who say that he was born in the wrong era and that the grand career he wanted to accomplish when he was young turned into a rough meal by accident. There are always people complaining that fate is unfair, and the time and place are always wrong, so they rub shoulders with the people they love. I think the movie gives me the greatest feeling that life is never right or wrong. Can't meet, because this does not belong to you. All that you have now is the most suitable arrangement God has given you.
Going through all the saltiness and then inevitably everyone rushes forward with the torrent of time. Youth, impulsiveness, love, and adventure all melt into the eyes that are no longer clear, and finally, like a retired Peter, look at his life with deep love.View more about Liberal Arts reviews
