Love is a platform, I get off, and you happen to be there

Kyra 2022-02-28 08:01:52

When Miss Hale got off the train, stood on the platform, quietly staring at the approaching train, her pure eyes contained expectation, reluctance and attachment. The porcelain face is like the rising moon, and there is a kind of isolated beauty hazy in the steam-filled station. It was as if she was the only one and the station. The girl who came out of the garden stood in front of the long train, not waiting but staring.

That deep look. How much time has passed in Milton. How many images of that person flashed through my mind. His indifference, his seriousness, his gloomy face, maybe he will always misunderstand himself like this, never see each other again, and all this will be gone. Why come to Milton? The dilapidated factory can no longer hear the roar of the machines, the cotton fluttering all over the house, and his hard and silent figure shuttling between the rows of machines. Did it just go away? This man who had been rejected by him, a man whom he had never been able to understand seriously, came to mind.

At that moment, the train stopped in front of him. A handsome face in the car window mirror was looking at him. A faint smile crept on the corner of his mouth, and those eyes that were always deep were smiling and affectionate at the moment.

He gets out of the car. You go up.

Are you waiting for this moment?

He took out a small yellow flower from his pocket. You are surprised to find that it is the flower of your hometown of Bolston. You can still talk to him about your business plans with the pretense of composure. Your arrogant head is lowered unconsciously, your aggressiveness turns into a hectic commentary, your cheeks are hot, and your eyes dare not look at him.

He kept staring at your face, listening with a smile, and your head bowed again.

He holds your hand.

At that moment, you couldn't help kissing his hand. You are finally starting to look at your heart.

You no longer look at his professionalism and toughness as a northern man through the eyes of a southern lady. There is no geographic difference between you, no spiritual distance, and no deep-rooted prejudice.

You want to see him, so here you are.

Busy platform, people come and go, as always. You sit on the bench with him, kissing, as if no one else is around.

Love is a platform, I got off the train by accident, and you happened to arrive from another train with flowers for me in your pocket.

This is the finale of north and south. Deeply infatuated, deeply emotional.

Miss Hale and Mr Thornton's conservative, prejudiced, and fun-filled British love takes on a different meaning in the context of the conflicting ideas and ways of life between the South and the North in the British industrial age.

I love the sweet and delicate ending of this scene. I could feel that surging emotion deep inside myself. Even uncontrollable tears.

If we think more, we can also let go of our pride and stubbornness, our prejudice and suspicion, the fatigue of distance, the complexity of our hearts, and the busyness of time. Even after many years of stubborn estrangement, even if we have endured the pain of struggle, even if life has hardened each other's hearts, even if you and I have changed faces, even if we have all gone through endless waiting. But as long as I think, I take the train to cross the mountains, rivers and rivers, the years are withering and prosperous, I get off, and you happen to be there. You happen to be reflected in my eyes full of tears. You can still embrace me with a loving smile.

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  • Zola 2022-03-26 09:01:13

    The heroine did a great job

  • Marge 2022-03-27 09:01:20

    Thorton's tender (good-looking) male protagonist is a dead end. At the end of the train station, RA's eyes are really blushing

North & South quotes

  • Margaret Hale: I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.

  • Nicholas Higgins: My poor Bess! She lived the life of a dog. Hard work and illness. She never had one moment of rejoicing. I'm not saying I don't believe in your God, but I can't believe He meant the world to be as it is. The masters ruling over us, the rest of us left to live a half-life in the shadows.