We don't mean to call the latter romantic, just as movie posters don't make it that way. Romance is the first half: it was she who carved classical music for him, and then hoped that he would exchange handwritten letters; it was when he added background music to his life, everything small and small became friendly and novel; it was she who was moved that these works turned out to be Written by humans; even their debate, whether to read for interest or because it has to be a good book...
So the second half of the story is a downright tragic one. The power of reality, it pulls a literary man-boy from God into life. This tyrant made the female teacher who was reading Keats' poems realize "disappointed", and made those who didn't want to retire to feel that they were always a 19-year-old professor leaving the place they loved. They repeat over and over again, to grow old, BEING OLD IS COOL, DON'T BE GENIUS DYING YOUNG... We are moved by the lively characters and lively lives, especially if you are a liberal arts student like me, those complaints are also From time to time we would laugh and give us a middle finger - like that female professor of romantic literature, sarcastically smoking an afterthought, and saying, "Did you think we were going to linger all night and read to you Wordsworth. Is it?" But I never thought that it was because we didn't have the ability or the courage to maintain romance and this pure poet's world. "Only Byron is okay, because he wants to go to everything he sees." How deep is the sadness behind this. I would like to translate this film as "The Lamentation of the Liberal Arts" better.
I'm a total appearance society, at an age where I'm afraid of getting old, staying in school and getting old before feeling social. I will also think about everything in the dark, and seeing the feeling of getting old and helpless in the answer in Zhihu, I am determined not to be like that. I also want to take shortcuts, sometimes look at myself like a half-finished product, and want to build my own little world by attaching to other people's lives... Then the story tells me the reality (which is not much surprising to us), and I accept it with joy I knew it already, and finally sighed at the inscription at the beginning of the movie: "Those who gain more knowledge gain more sorrow."
At this time, the roommate replied coldly: "Is this sentence not Kenqi?"
It Build a world we all aspire to but dare not aspire to, then break it and tell you that's a mistake. "Hey, young men, you can feel sorry for yourself." So I happily fell into it. This lure of ordinary happiness after betraying the lure of romance. I betrayed the poet lying alone in the hospital bed, the sun shining on his pale skin.
We also fear early death and loneliness.
Where is the "wise man" who wears a hat at night?
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