An encounter in London created the Irish poet William Butler Yeats. When he was twenty-three years old, he met Maud Gunn. Just nine days of getting along opened Yeats's lifelong love wounds and opened a touching chapter of love poems. More than a hundred years later, lovers are still looking for the gospel of love in Yeats's poems. Times are constantly changing, and the roar of the chariot and horseshoes has been buried in the loess, but the lingering sound of that passionate love still echoes and trembles in everyone's heart. At that time Yeats didn't know if he would be lucky enough to meet the woman in front of him again in the future, so he could only stare at her closely, eager to engrave this face into the deepest part of his soul. The fanatical love almost burned him to ashes, turned into a sigh of smoke. Later, Yeats pursued Maud Gunn all his life, but failed to get what he wanted. The thorns of love envelop Yeats's heart, and the blood pierced from each of his poems for Mod Gang. Maud Gun once said that the world would thank her for not marrying Yeats. This almost cruel sentence tells the true meaning of the passion that has been burning in Yeats's poems.
It is said that time is the fatal wound of love, and marriage is the coffin where the body is preserved, and the distance is finally sprinkled with a handful of mourning loess. It would be arbitrary to say so, but the trivial life did dull the light of love, turning it from a bright star into an ordinary stone. The unpredictable grin of love can strip its essence from the shackles of life. Just as Wilde said in a letter to his lovers during his trial: "Joy hides love, but pain reveals the essence of love." The strong love allowed him to turn the bitter water of prison into syrup, soothing his loneliness. Wound. His cry is with happiness. The disasters of prison and exile were like a fire burning him, leaving a crystal heart still yearning for love in the ashes. Even if his love keeps hurting him and abandons him, he still yearns for love. He cannot ask the world to accept him, but he can easily open the door of love. That boy ruined his life, but he loved him more because of it. Even if this is destined to be a tragedy, he will not hesitate to plunge into it. He has the madness of love, you laugh at him, scold him, throw him into hell, love can still bloom in his heart.
"Two Little No Guess" (Jeux d'en fants 2003) is such a love story intertwined with pain and joy. It is pure, simple, flawless, full of passion from beginning to end, and destined to burn to death. Don't try to entangle morality and ethics from it. In the face of marriages and partners that are no longer affectionate, love is the cruelest executioner. It is "a beautiful tyrant, an angel-like devil, a wicked saint, a solemn traitor, and a beautifully bound book of evil." Once, Miss Ann left behind the man who fought for her time and time again, rushed into the arms of the gorilla, and wrote a crazy love declaration spanning the centuries in the eyes of everyone's astonishment. In real life, "King Kong" is undoubtedly a fairy tale, but in the crazy story of love, it is just an ordinary page.
The first encounter of Sophie and Julian is a mixture of shame and anger. Sophie was bullied by her classmates, calling her a "Polish pig"; Julian refused to accept the fact that her mother was seriously ill. A small gambling game solved all the problems and opened up an oasis in the desert of life. Instead of doing bold moves, they say shocking things, and do things that are not age-appropriate. The seriously ill mother bet Julian that she would fly. She won and paid the price of her life. Sophie and Julian have been betting all their lives. The bet made them close and became a shield for them to stay away from love. Because in the circus fireworks that are too dazzling, it is easy to hide the throbbing and anxiety in my heart. The gambling game is the costume of a clown. The colorful clothes bring happiness and hide the truth under the oil paint.
When little Julian was crying for her mother's death, Sophie appeared above the grave with a wreath, dressed in the light of heaven, humming the tune of "Life in Roses", blowing the fragrance of spring into the cemetery and dispelling the haze of death. Julian smiled, tears still in his eyes. His young heart still doesn't know where the warm stream of happiness comes from. Sophie threw a daisy at the grave, sowing the seeds of love. This kind of tree walks along the mysterious river of life, winding and winding, and no one can see where it will flow in the future and what kind of tree it will grow into. Since the death of their mother, they have slept on the same bed, each on two ends. This intimate distance seems to indicate that they will always be close to the world in the chasing of love, passing by the two extremes of emotion. And in their subsequent love journey, it is true that it hurts or laughs or cries. Sophie did not dare to talk about love first, for fear that Julian thought it was just a game; Julian did not dare to express his inner feelings, imprisoned in self-blame and cowardice, he still did not understand whether the warmth of happiness in his heart was love or just absurd The pleasure brought by the gambling game. He could only chase the car and let the confession of love drown in the rumbling of the wheels.
When Sophie, who grew up, put her underwear over her clothes and swaggered into school, their relationship reached a whole new stage. They used to be children who wanted to be adults, but now they are adults who stay in childhood forever. This gambling game is the same as any other kind of gambling, it is addictive, and they are also contaminated with vices like other gamblers-the desire to win exceeds love. In fact, as long as they embrace each other in their arms, they will be happy and happy from now on, but they want to win, fight to be the tyrant in love, to be the upper hand, and to defeat love. So Sophie said that he could never hurt her heart, so he wanted to stab her heart deliberately. He dared to take off his pants in the crowds, and dared to retrieve the carousel box from the speeding car; she dared to stand in front of the roaring train, and dared to fish out the carousel from the cold river bottom; they dared to make Dare to do, they are omnipotent, but no one dares to say "I love you". The crazier their behavior, the more cowardly they dare not look up in front of love. They are two clumsy actors on this stage of love, unable to speak their inner lines, so they have to use exaggerated body language to hide their panic; they are also like beasts stabbed toes by pine branches, and they can't express shame with their violent roars. The dull pain. A love that is too heavy and too strong will almost crush the two of them to death.
Julian used four years to revive the refusal of the Philippines, and Sophie used ten years to retaliate against Julian's ruthlessness and retreat. As Julian said, they are the tragic characters written by Jean Racine, who are confined to savor the bitter fruits of love in the endless cycle of revenge. In "Iphigenia", Agamemnon sacrificed his daughter Iphigenia for the expedition to Troy. As a mother, Clyteniestra held a grudge, and ten years later, he conspired with his lover to murder Agamemnon. In order to avenge his father, their son Orestes beat his mother again, and was chased by the goddess of vengeance for the rest of his life. People who love each other are teased by fate and can only murder, humiliate and humiliate each other. In the end, like the frustrated Julian, he threw himself into a boring and happy life in desperation. At the age of thirty-five, he is already a successful family man. Surrounded by housing loans and unchanging work, he drove a car with the highest speed of more than 200 miles under the speed limit of 60 miles and picked up again and again. On the phone, he dared not talk to his father who had not seen each other for ten years. He has not forgotten Sophie for a moment. She is already the wife of the most famous star in the country. She lives in a mansion and drives a sports car, leaving Julian and the past in another world. He called himself the male version of "Camille", was abandoned by Rodin, destroyed his talent, and was admitted to a mental hospital for the rest of his life. Yes, the world without Sophie is a huge and boring mental hospital. Everyone is dull and boring. No one can touch his nerves of love, and nothing can drive him crazy. Except Sophie. After the two of them are separated, they can actually have their own happy lives, with a partner who loves, tolerates, and spoils themselves. But he still couldn't be satisfied. You can’t blame the sinner’s greed. If you have ever seen angels take off, the trajectory of the planet’s spinning, the majestic moaning river, the bursting sky, if you ever fell madly in love with someone, you will not be able to adapt to peace and tranquility again. Life. Everything has lost its light, and there are traces of being burned by love everywhere, a mess.
"Can you cry the bride at the wedding? Can you laugh when you are sad? Can you not talk for ten years?" Julian, who had almost reached the waiting limit, questioned the child who was as immature as himself, and also questioned him. I haven't grown up. At thirty-five years old, he was still a child, but couldn't open his eyes and saw Sophie smiling at him. Then, the appearance of the carousel box opened the game again. The fateful camera looked down at Julian as he drove the car to Sophie's house, watching his heart rush towards her again. When entering the game again, being chased by a group of police cars and driving fast on the highway, "The feeling of volcanic eruption is better than any other feeling. It can't even compare with taking drugs. It is better than psychedelic drug Happy Pill. The trilogy of Star Wars, the moon landing and Santa Claus, the wealth of the world, freedom, and life." Welcome to the playground of love again, enjoy the lingering heartfelt songs and sing silent poems , Kissing life, two hundred times sweeter! This string is a close lover of that string, and the two strings are played together again, singing proudly, flying from the haze ground into the sky.
They retaliated against the impermanence of fate with the eternal stay of death and the fourteen years that separated them. They won the final victory and love from the hands of life.
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