There is not only love in the world of love.

Jackie 2022-09-17 19:36:53

How important is one's childhood? This is an almost unpredictable impact.
Sometimes the stress of life can make children think they are being ignored, right? In fact, it is only because of the failed life of the parents themselves that these violent, indifferent and crazy behaviors are caused.

That's how Germain grew up. Fortunately, he did not grow into a cold, violent, crazy man. Quite amazingly, he was sensitive, warm, kind and loving. I do different jobs to support myself, I have close girlfriends, I grow all kinds of food and flowers, I have a group of old friends who often drink small wine, and the happiest thing is to feed the pigeons in the park and give them names. His only flaw is that he is not very literate. However, life is difficult and literacy begins, which is better, and he can live a simple and contented life.

The shadows of childhood are everywhere, so I still feel lonely. longing for motherly love.

When he met ninety-five-year-old Margaret in the park. Life started to change. When he told Margaret that he thought his mother didn't love him and never even looked him in the eye. The wise old man said that it is precisely because you do not have it that you are given the opportunity to discover and look forward to it. Like the Chinese mantra.

She started teaching him to read. This is a completely different reading book from "Life and Death Reading", "The Man by the Pillow" and "Austin Book Club". This time we are reminded of Gammel's novel "The Plague". In Margaret's reading, Germain is like knocking out her imagination, and she begins to enter a new world of literature and reading. Please believe that a timeless and excellent text is read aloud and silently read in the heart will really make people feel very different.

How to know each other by word, in fact, listening is also reading at the same time. Words, like little angels with wings, will stay in our minds forever.

So quiet and beautiful.

Of course you have to know that Margaret's original meaning was river. We will never sink into the bottom of the river and have a good time forever, and the river changes wherever it flows. Her eyes are on the verge of blindness due to her old age, and her family cannot afford the expensive expenses that have forced her to leave the nursing home. She once started his reading journey, this time, he became her eyes, he learned to read independently with the encouragement of his lover, and gave this reading back to Margaret. Margaret began to close her eyes and listen silently, imagining the world of the novel Germain was reading.

The most affectionate part of the film is not the time Margaret and Germain read aloud, nor is he treating her like a mother to her for the rest of her life. It was Germain's final solution after his mother's sudden death. That stubborn and crazy woman so carefully preserved everything from Germain's birth, and left him the most secure and carefree place in his life. The love to make up is too late, but it has never disappeared. It has been quietly placed there, waiting to be discovered, Yuanyou, relieved.

After seeing all the stories of life and death for love, Jean Becker said that in the world of love, there is not only love. Take it for granted. Some feelings may not be as thrilling and unforgettable as love, but they are always gentler and longer than love, and teach people to miss attachment.

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My Afternoons with Margueritte quotes

  • Germain Chazes: It's not a typical love affair, but love and tenderness, both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amongst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs. Some force you yield to. But she, with soft art, passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love. Sometimes love is not named but it's love just the same. This is not a typical love affair I met her on a bench in my local square. She made a little stir, tiny like a bird with her gentle feathers. She was surrounded by words, some as common as myself. She gave me books, two or three Their pages have come alive for me. Don't die now, you've still got time, just wait It's not the hour, my little flower Give me some more of you. More of the life in you Wait Not always are stories just made of love Sometimes love is not named. But it's love just the same.