In the evening, I watched a French film, "The Fox and the Child". I was deeply moved by two aspects. First, it was almost a myth that people and nature live in harmony. Showing power for no reason, there is a catastrophic weather, some of which are mentioned above, it is revenge, and some are natural force majeure; the second is the invisible theme of the movie, how to distinguish between love and possession. The little girl loves the fox, looks for it, waits hard, sacrifices the sandwich, breaks her leg, risks being eaten by hungry wolves, wins the fox's trust, but wants to tie a rope around its neck and invite it to her The room was a guest, and the door was closed, which caused it to smash the window glass, break the blood, and almost died. Love and possession, the two are so easy to confuse, and many people don't even understand why they hide away from each other even though they love each other deeply, until they become strangers or even become enemies in the end. There are situations like this between friends, between parents and children, and even more so in love.
In fact, in the final analysis, it is whether your love can make people feel comfortable, and the word "comfortable" is a very abstract and subjective thing. I feel comfortable, but you may not feel comfortable. A friend of mine once told me that if you like a person, you will naturally know how to love her. I think if this sentence is true, there must be many preconditions. "Love" and disgust, in other words, have a heart-to-heart, so only one point is needed. She said it was cold, but you didn't necessarily need you to take off your coat and put it on her. Maybe she just wanted to show off how much anti-cold factor was stored in her plump fat; when he said it was hot, it didn't necessarily require you to walk diligently. Going to shake a fan in front of him, maybe he meant something else, a reference to lust, or if he wanted to practice qigong, what he wanted was the effect of not moving, burning calories for no reason, and sweating profusely.
But how could it be possible to have acquaintance and understanding in the first place? It's good to apply, how can you have work experience just after graduation? Children do not communicate with their parents, and parents do not communicate with their children. Sometimes understanding is limited to the obvious problem of whether they are male or female. Delusions have no friction, go straight to the lover of your dreams, Prince Charming, fairy tales may be able to deceive children, adults are fooled, it's bad to say, you deserve it!
Therefore, it is really hard to say what is love, what is doting or possessiveness, because of different personal understandings, you go through the back door for your child, your legs are broken, and you finally find a job in a government agency. You don't need to run around, you are too lazy to go to work, hold a teacup in your hand, and stare at the newspaper, so you scold your child, TA turns his head and ignores it, you are sad in the Pacific Ocean, and your tears run to the Atlantic Ocean: the wings are hard!
In my humble opinion, I feel that my expectations are too high for my parents, lovers, and friends. If I can love as the girl who has become a mother told her son in the movie - I no longer take the initiative to find it, if it loves me too, Missing me too, it will naturally come to you - at least the possession will be much less. Some people may refute, this is really abstract and a little mysterious, it is true, what can I say to love you, my relatives, partners, friends? Because there is only proof of love in this world, I don't look for it anymore, all I have to do is wait, I can only let go and do nothing, how can there be any love? On the contrary, only great love can be so magnanimous and so laissez-faire, and freedom is the truest kind of love. But very few people understand this, and even fewer understand and practice it in their lives.
As for the contradiction between man and nature, it is not as the fox in "The Little Prince" said, domestication cannot be domesticated, and even if it can be domesticated, it will kill the nature of natural animals. Or to quote a nature poem by my beloved American poetess, Emily Dickinson, who speaks it better than I do.
A Bird Came Down the Walk
by Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,—
They looked like frightened beads, I thought
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.
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