As a movie spectator, even though I know this, seeing Hester's inner fragility, I still feel a little bit of heartache, and at the same time I'm a little nervous. It seems that Hester is everywhere in life. Give up everything, moths to the fire, only for true love. But does true love exist? True love is like fireworks, the most splendid time is only the moment when it blooms. The person who once said that he was willing to stay with you, just because he was thirsty for love, just because he saw the suicide note that he couldn't get love and died, broke both of you. The relationship between. The shelf life of true love is too short. The man flinched, he was afraid to take on such a responsibility. But women, no matter how feminism blocks them, women are still weaker in the power game between men and women, because they have something called "love" and "utopia" in their hearts. The saddest thing is that once this kind of thing appears, it will hold her back for a long time.
This is a show that makes you feel insecure. For life, question the relationship between calm and turbulent; For passion, question the relationship between true love and sex; For the management of love, question the relationship between persistence and forbearance; For happiness, question whether it is brought about by one's own heart or a man or love happy relationship.
Although I don't agree with Hester's death to say goodbye to this utopia that made her disappointed, hated, and angry, but when she is so low in the dust, and Freddi is still resolute, I think the man is really scary. Just a little bit, life is unbearably light.
And that last Goodbye.
"Good Bye, Hester", "Thank You For the past you gave to me", with little tears in the eyes.
Thank you sister. All the things she gave up and gave in the past, can these little tears and a thank you be enough? Damn your sister, it's a fake, if it's true love, how can you be willing to leave?
Hester paused, lowered his eyebrows, all the time in the past, I am afraid that all flashed in his mind at this time. Even blinking his eyes. Thousands of words of forbearance and pain are nothing but "Goodbye Freddi, Be Good". It's the preservation of the last dignity.
When Yiren left, looking for the last warmth and taste in the remaining gloves, all his emotions exploded, sadness? Pain? remorse? Resentment? Empty? Whatever, everything is less important. Turn on the stove and burn the last warm. Open the curtains, the sky is still bright. After all, life is for yourself, who is it?
So, just like the one outside the window, let's do our own thing and go our own way. Just hope that there will not be so many grass-mud horses in the future.
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