If I were a woman in 1913, there would be no brighter future except for marrying. Fortunately, I had a dowry. I used my dowry as a bait to catch a poor nobleman, and finally took the name of a baroness.
I followed my husband to Africa, where I run a farm and grow coffee. Unfortunately, the farm was crippled by my tossing, and my husband abandoned me again. Apart from illness and a poor struggle in Africa, this marriage gave me nothing and ran out of my dowry.
I went back to my natal family alone and left this dead life. Later, I decided to write a book. In the book, I can describe me as an elegant woman who suffered misfortune in Africa. I am strong, affectionate, and I have a broad and rich mind. Love, I even have a handsome and unruly lover who was taken away by God when we loved the most...
I named this book "Far from Africa"...
In 2009, I could be very Cold-blooded speculation about the story almost a hundred years ago, because I have been trained to be completely immune to Hollywood romantic scenes and Qiong Yao-style dog-blood plots. In fact, what is the truth? No way to know.
more good Gesture, when the husband wants to leave, he waved his hand to let him go, just asking: Is she rich? The lover wanted to leave, and waved his hand to let him go. He only sighed in his heart: I dare not ask when he will come again, or even if he will come again.
Not surprisingly, the indigenous Africans had sores on their legs and feet and were ignorant. They needed my gentle treatment and an education that didn’t care about the results. When I was about to leave Africa, my servant asked me with tears in his tears: Don’t you need someone to give me elsewhere. Do you cook?
At this point, I was frightened by my own bitterness and meanness. I completely forgot that when I was in college, this movie made me cry in public theaters. I came back and stayed up late under the lights of stars and moon to express
my feelings... Of course, I was at that time. I want to go to Africa to open a farm, ride a horse with my passionate lover, wander in the wilderness, and camp under the stars.
Now I sneer at my dreams back then. In summer, I can't even dream in a house without air conditioning. I regard mosquitoes as scourges. When traveling to prosperous cities in Africa, I have to inject seven or eight kinds of vaccines in advance...
Maybe, everyone once had one. Africa; then, had to stay away...
Like the old echo in the movie: I had a farm in Africa.... Yes, you once had a farm in Africa, and I shed tears for your farm; yes, you finally got away from Africa, and I finally started to laugh at everything that moved me.
In a sense, "Far from Africa" is something that each of us must do, far away from the magical land, where the green wood cages, picturesque scenery, the bones of my lover are buried there, and all my youth dream……
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