love in war

Hunter 2022-12-30 05:29:07

For many Chinese people, the image of World War II is fixed on the Anti-Japanese War, the image of Nasui is fixed on the Japanese devils, and the image of the Japanese is fixed on the Nanjing Massacre. So, seeing how the Italian army is getting along with the inhabitants of the island of

Severonia , it is absurd.

The Chinese war films in my impression are basically "Water Margin" style, and the interpretation of war is basically "people's". Therefore, it is difficult for us to see the love in battle. Even a little bit was dropped by the "people".

In war, should we stick to our responsibilities or obey our true love? Without the former, we lose the present, without the latter, we lose the future.
Jung said that when love dominates, power does not exist; when power dominates, love disappears. The two are each other's shadows.

I kept thinking, what would Pelagia's life be like without the war and without Captain Corelli? Maybe she will be happy. She loves Mandela, and Mandela feels like he loves her, and then they will live an ordinary and happy life. There is nothing wrong with this, because most of the happiness in the world is like this. There were many in the past, and there will be in the future. But such happiness cannot stand the temptation of a mandolin.

Fisherman Mandelas was illiterate, while Pelagia was an educated woman with a strong will. In this way, the love between two people is more of a natural component, and it is difficult to meet at the spiritual level. And so it was: Mandela found out that he didn't love Pelagia, and the missive letters Pelagia wrote were just proof of his love. Until she met Captain Corelli, she betrayed her fiancé and even her patriotic stance, but she was faithful to her love. Corelli is someone who doesn't need to write a letter to prove her own love, because love is the relationship itself.

For soldiers like Corelli, I am afraid that only Italy will have them. In the midst of war, he still retained his romantic nature and extraordinary taste, and loved to play the mandolin. It seems that only in this way can he forget the loneliness in a foreign land and the great pressure brought by the war. In fact, he is seeking and maintaining his own freedom. This freedom finds its sustenance in music and its end in love.

Love and music symbolize freedom. It is a pity that freedom itself is not free, and war can only be eliminated by war.

The pursuit of personal freedom by breaking through war and morality is difficult to establish in traditional Chinese values, unless Li Zhuowu, Jin Shengtan and the like. But in Western civilization, everything is understandable.
Today we can also understand.

Love ultimately points to civilization or culture collectively, and it precipitates into personality in the individual.

Therefore, under the existing collective conditions, the height of love lies in personal perfection.

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Extended Reading

Captain Corelli's Mandolin quotes

  • Iannis: [writing to Corelli] Antonio, I do not know if this letter will reach you, or even if you are alive. Perhaps someone else sent your record, and that is why we found no note. I would like to say that Pelagia is happy, but she is full of tears she will not let fall, and of a grief no doctor can mend. She blames herself for the pain we have suffered, and perhaps the same is true for you. You know I am not a religious man, but I believe this: if there is a wound, we must try to heal it. If there is someone whose pain we can cure, we must search till we find them. If the gods have chosen that we should survive, it will be for a reason.

    [the great earthquake strikes]

  • Pelagia: Why did you save him? Why didn't you leave him to die?

    Mandras: I wanted you to love me again.

    [Pulls out 100 letters]

    Mandras: In Albania, I made them read every one of these to me... 'Mandras, I love you,' 'Mandras, I want you,' 'Mandras, when are you coming back?' And then one day, a different letter. 'I don't know how to describe my feelings. It's as if I have been waiting a hundred years to hear from you, waiting a hundred years for you to return. Once, my heart was overflowing with love for you, but now all I feel is emptiness. And I think it was all just a pretense, that I never loved you at all.'