"At the foot of the Ngong Hills in Africa, I once had a farm". The soothing old female voice, the soulful and smooth music, the vast and magnificent African land, are displayed in front of a picture scroll epic. The first time I saw this film, I was deeply moved, and I was speechless for a long time, maybe because I was young and didn't really understand it. When I look at it again, more than ten years have passed, and my heart is flying with the hero and heroine in the air, overlooking the magnificent African land, and my heart is full.
What moved me was the love and dignity, grace and open-mindedness that a woman showed in her domineering fate.
The prosperous Karen married Kenya. Her husband does not love her. She drove the carriage through the field of artillery fire to visit her husband on the front line. When he saw Feng Chenpupu's wife, his first sentence was "What are you doing here?" After a brief reunion, what her husband brought her was a disease, and she had to go back to Europe to treat the disease by herself. Never have children. She calmly accepted her husband's divorce request.
She tried her best to get the children of the local indigenous people to read, but the local people have no land to stand on, so what is the use of reading? She knelt down and begged the new officer to leave a piece of land for the natives to live.
She put all her savings into the coffee garden, and three years of hard work finally paid off, but the fire took everything.
When she was in her prime, she met her lover, the handsome and handsome Dennis. He took her to soar in the blue sky. They overlooked the beautiful and fertile African land from the plane, and herds of antelopes running on the vast grasslands. Intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the waterfowl swirling on the sunny lake, she stretched out her arms to him sitting in the rear cabin, and their hands were tightly clasped together in the sky.
He likes the uninhibited loner, the simple and primitive life, he said, I will not love you more because of that piece of paper. You are always saying that your farms, your natives, they belong to no one, like lions, they don't belong to anyone in the first place. Love, need any commitment?
When she lost everything, the farm, the marriage, she was going back to China, he said, I began to understand your world, when I come back, I will fly back... He will stay in the blue sky and white clouds forever.
At Dan's funeral, she read a poem "You are wise to leave early, for no one can hold on to glory, and the laurel tree is green, but faster than a rose falls" She said, he does not belong to us, does not belong to me . She returned to Europe alone, with only the memories of Africa...
Fate is absolutely domineering, we can't change it, the precious thing is to accept everything gracefully. Karen, played by Meryl Streep in her prime, is unwilling to be plain, elegant, affectionate, not complaining about others, and maintains her dignity. The only time she was telling a story for Dan was sadly unable to go on.
Poetry-like scenery, elegant and smooth music, a touch of nostalgia, sadness but not sadness, made my heart ache.
Because fate is absolutely domineering, because death is inevitable, rather than bowing down, it is better to raise your head gracefully and accept it.
Below is the poem Karen read at Dan's funeral, this poem reflects her state of mind at that time, dying young is not necessarily a bad thing, love is unforgettable because it is short.
Couldn't find a Chinese translation, tried to translate it.
To an Athlete Dying Young
to an athlete who died young
by AE Housman (1859-1936)
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
That year, you won the game for the town
We lifted you through the market Men,
women and children welcomed
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down, Townsman
of a stiller town.
Today
, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Sending you off
, gently letting you return to the dust
, the town is solemn and peaceful for you
Smart lad, to slip betimes away From
fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose. Can't stay for anyone The laurel tree is green in a blink of an eye But it fades faster than a rose Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears:
Under the veil of
night No more records to be broken
Silence is no worse than
cheers
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
Now, you'll never be defeated
And their glory is fleeting And
though the champions come and go And
live with names forgotten
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will
flock to gaze the strengthlessdead,
And findunwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl 's
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