has been looking for a quiet small bookstore with countless books in the city over the past few years. Recently, he has slowly given up this dream and will never go to deliberately search for a bookstore again. , Until today, I didn't understand the reason. What I was looking for was not a book or a bookstore, but a feeling for books and a feeling for life. Yet such a feeling, I finally found in this film, and only then did I realize that she was gone, with the typewriter, mimeograph and the 20th century. . . . . .
"I wish I had the embroidered cloth of heaven, inlaid with gold and silver light, those blue, gray and black cloth, bright or dark, I will spread the cloth under your feet. But poor I have only dreams, I've put my dream under your feet, walk lightly, because that's my dream..." When Frank wrote this, I couldn't hold back my tears, he laid it down for Helen Dream, let Helen immerse in the sea of books, this has nothing to do with knowledge, it is a kind of understanding, the echo of life, friendship or the longevity of love.
The film's poetic lines throughout, coupled with vivid performances by Anthony Hopkins and Anne Bancroft, are enough to resonate with book lovers. When Frank stared at the American lady's momentary shift of hope and disappointment, it pained me, why did he never meet his Helen? Is this just a communication between minds? And when Helen finally arrived in London, facing the empty bookstore, and muttered to herself: "I'm here, Frank, I'm finally here!"
, I felt relieved that this is enough, enough!
People are always looking for another self throughout their lives, looking forward to the comfort and understanding of their hearts. Helen is lucky. In the ordinary, long and down-to-earth twenty years, Frank has always been with him, and there has always been that colorful. Dreams accompany, although mediocre, but very exciting, and in the difficult years, Frank has always been able to face life and changes calmly, humorously, and selflessly. life cross, perfect!
I have never heard of the names and works of many British literary writers in the film, but this has not become an obstacle to moving. The London streets depicted in this vast literature are actually like the streets around us. And existence, and if we can keep their past, present, and future in our memories and fantasies, then this is our London, and here, we can also find what we want, our meaning.
“All mankind is one volume,
When one man dies,
one chapter is not torn out of the book,
but translated into a better language.
And every chapter must be so translated,
God employs several translators,
Some pieces are translated by age,
Some by sickness, some by war, some by justice,
But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library,
Where every book shall lie open to one another."
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