Tranquility descends this afternoon. It could be an afternoon in any season, anyone's afternoon, Virginia Woolf's, Mrs. Brown's, or Clarissa's. Three different women were also engulfed by the tide, passing through the dazzling sunlight, it was endless darkness and despair. in the garden. The bird was curled up in the grass with its wings folded and clinging to its body. It seems to want to turn into a stone and face this dilapidated world with silence. One of its eyes was still slightly open, shining black, and its gray feet were curled up, as if it had returned to its original eggshell of life. The sun shines on it... um... to put another rose, we always hope that beautiful life can continue to multiply, so that beautiful roses will not die. At this moment, death is as sweet and clear as a mountain spring. No one spoke. Everyone wants to kiss death's cheek, like kissing himself in the mirror. Every woman is a bird. When facing a loved one. She would tremble with excitement, every word she uttered was like a kiss on her lover's lips (what a wonderful thing), and she was so light that she could fly. The smile at this time is a display of their happiness. When she opened the hall door, she would feel: "If you die now, now is the happiest time." (Othello, Act II, Scene 1) Death at this time is nothing but the air she exhales from her lovely lips. , with a sweet taste. The Terminator of Life has never put away its sharp scythe like this moment, like a kitten longing for tenderness, making a "purring" to please. The women in "All the time" have their own beautiful love, and there are men who love them deeply, and they have also rejoiced. But everything has its two sides. While the magic of love makes people so happy, it is also terribly destructive. Virginia wrote in "Mrs. Dalloway", "Love is also destructive, and everything that is good and everything that is true dies." In the film I don't hear Clarissa's inner monologue, only Merrill • Streep's sad eyes and that broken wailing. When she cried, she curled up like a dead bird, seeking comfort in a safe way. The more you love someone, the more afraid of losing him. Back then, the loss we were destined to face created a deep fear of death.
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