A woman's loneliness is so profound, as rosy and sour as a hawthorn, and as piercingly cold as an ice peak.
Judi Dench looks gloomily over the fence at the new teacher, Cate Blanchett. She saw how beautiful she was: "Her voice is very sweet, like the sound of nature, she is like a new-born baby, her complexion is like white pearls, I can almost see her blood vessels, clean and transparent... I understand very well Why are people so fascinated by her..."
Judy approached her, and she watched her wriggling her waist softly to the gentle music in the warm afternoon room, her face intoxicated; Pain, expectation, the gap between ideal and reality; she habitually used her fingers to curl the strands of pale golden hair that fell from her neck. She saw the loneliness in her heart, the loneliness like an animal trapped in a dark and cold snowy night, with scattered footprints on the ground, no way out, and only a faint starlight in the sky.
Kate is completely unaware of her own beauty. Faced with the passionate pursuit of the fifteen-year-old boy, she was completely at a loss. After he held her face and confessed to her, her eyes seemed to be full of tears, panicked and pandered, and her lips moved slightly. She later said to Judy: "No one has pursued me like this in a long time. So she crossed the boundaries of age and identity, like a little girl accepting the enthusiasm of a big boy, revealing her desire and body to him.
Sometimes life is as dry as a desert. The people around you are so familiar, so familiar that you can't see the helplessness and fear in your eyes. When you kiss, what you left was sweet before, but now it's just teeth marks. The trustworthy person is aged and dwarfed by time, the virtues that attract you are fading, you never try to communicate, and you watch your life fill with trivial and suffocating despair. You used to have great hope, from a fallen punk girl into a longing marriage, you once fantasized that you could save yourself and repair your broken beliefs a little bit, but this bleakness will slowly blind your eyes, and everything will become nothing. meaningless. We are always unwilling to be plain and seek excitement. This stimulation is not greedy lust or sinking, this stimulation is the electric current that activates the beating of the heart, the hand of mercy brushing away the gravel that is about to drown itself. In order to suppress this desire, we escape from the turbulent world and lock ourselves in a narrow room; solve problems for our friends and family, never showing our vulnerable side; drinking and smoking alone numbs withered nerves. However, there is always a possible moment, like a seedling growing from a precipitous cliff, we are restored to the fresh and delicate girl once, looking for love and being deeply loved, and the lips are covered with enthusiasm and hesitantly.
Love makes a woman plump and beautiful, so that it can bloom from the old body to new life. But women are so lonely, like being exiled in the blue and suffocating ocean. Judy is looking for a partner and Kate is looking for care. Judy is so intensely possessive of the person she loves because it is more hidden and more insatiable than ordinary love. In this love, there is no deep physical contact, and there is no happy worldly blessing, so she is paranoid and morbid to maintain this relationship, and relentlessly forcibly enters Kate's life, and even destroys everything that Kate cherishes, just to keep her in around. At that time, Kate was living in Judy's house in order to avoid the curiosity of the outside world about the scandal. Judy looked at her sleeping, the sun shining on her bare porcelain white calf, shining with a mellow and fragrant luster. That was Judy's most fragrant moment.
At this difficult time when the unscrupulous teacher-student love was exposed, Kate was still pale and beautiful, her waist was slender, her legs were slender, and she was still cool and moving even with the strong and flamboyant gothic makeup. That's when she discovered everything Judy had written down in her diary, her twisted admiration for her. She ran frantically out of Judy's room, reporters swarmed her outside, the flash burned her pale face, she screamed frantically, but no one cared about her grief, tears melted smoky eyeliner, face Leaving black tears. She was so vulnerable and alone.
Who can understand, where can we hide. If we commit sins to escape loneliness, who will forgive us?
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