In the past two days, I have had nothing to do with my Kindle, and read the Dear John (breakup letter) that I downloaded a long time ago. In fact, when I was in junior high school, I watched the movie adapted from this book, but because it was a rather clichéd romance in terms of the plot, I forgot it after watching it.
But novels are far more interesting than movies. If the movie has a maximum score of 6, I can give the original novel a 7.5. The description in the novel is plain and vivid, and occasionally makes people smile. There is nothing amazing, but it is better than simplicity. Whether it is the depiction of the feelings of the hero and heroine, or the rendering of some war scenes and social customs, it is quite enjoyable to read. For a rather picky reader like me, a book that can be read is a pass.
After a rough look at the movie's comments, it was similar to what I thought, except that the male and female lead actors were quite in line with (or even surpassed) the appearance of the original book, and the rest were lackluster. The plot after the adaptation is greasy and old-fashioned, especially at the end, Kacha slipped from realism to popcorn. At the end of the novel, although the male protagonist still loves the female protagonist deeply in his heart, he is unwilling to set foot in the female protagonist's marriage, so he anonymously donated a large sum of money to the female protagonist's husband to see a doctor, hiding his love under the stars of the full moon. In the end, they were forgotten in the rivers and lakes; in the movie, the most conservative ending was chosen. No matter how the treatment was done, the disease was still no match for the brilliance of true love.
Well, after thinking about it, I still prefer the first ending. Forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, it sounds cooler.
The female protagonist loves the male protagonist deeply, but at a certain moment she turns around and decides to marry another woman; the male protagonist also loves the female protagonist deeply, but she still chooses to extend the service period when the female protagonist needs him. When he still loves himself, he doesn't have the courage to take her into his arms.
It sounds ironic, and no one can escape this irony.
Are you saying we don't love each other? Not really, this kind of love really existed. How much do you say love? It doesn't seem to be able to reach the level of the sky. Perhaps most of it is self-inflicted.
In reality, whoever leaves will not be the same, and the trajectory of life will not change much because of this. Memories of the past were thrown into the dilapidated attic of time, and when I accidentally glanced at it, some kind of inexplicable feeling flashed in my heart, that's all.
The truth of love may be, don't get too close, don't indulge in it.
You stared at the glittering thing in front of you and stared motionless for a long time, for a long time, until your eyes became sore, and something salty and wet fell on your face, but you didn't notice it at all, it was still morbid Obsessed with the dazzling scenery in front of you. You want to touch the beauty with your hands, it's a little hot, but you are so happy to be happy, something on your body is melted a little bit, and your internal organs can feel the scorching temperature, but you can't care about anything, think more Sacrifice all body and soul to this beauty in the next second. You bow your head to the ground, willing to be an eternal slave. Finally, you jumped, and your entire body entered this breathtakingly beautiful light and shadow. Ah, but that beauty is so sharp, and blood drips in an instant. It was so painful that I couldn't see anything, my ears couldn't hear anything, and my mouth couldn't make any sound. Tears have dried up. You have heard people say that in order to enter the blissful world, you must go through purgatory torment and burn yourself in flames. You know that you are already in Avici Hell, and it is too late to leave.
Oh, you finally understand that the other name of the original Elysium is to forget the other body.
Love is delusion, and delusion tortures the world.
But they still enjoyed it.
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