read The Help, which is about the background of the equal rights movement in the 1960s. The living conditions of some lovely black helpers in Jackson Town. Skeeter is a white girl with a literary dream. She secretly interviews black servants, hoping to tell their stories from the perspective of black people. In the large historical environment, different people borrowed from each other, and everyone's life is gradually changing.
Skeeter is an outlier when he comes out. The white ladies in the town are all married and have children, "but not Miss Skeeter. No man and no babies." She drove a classic car on the country road, with dust flying behind her.
In one of these scenes, the little sisters around him introduced Skeeter to his boyfriend. The man's arrogance aroused Skeeter's sencai-like fighting spirit, and he left the meeting angrily after scolding the stupid. I thought that this romance was like "then there was no more", the man was actually moved by S's real aura and launched an offensive. The two had a sweet relationship for a long time. Later, Skeeter's book was published. At that time, not only the dozen or so maids in the book had to use pseudonyms, but even the authors had to hide their names because of their sensitive subject matter. She had a showdown with her boyfriend-she wrote the book. The boyfriend couldn't understand, and asked her why she wrote about this subject, why she had to care about this kind of thing, and why she ruined two people with this. The boyfriend said, you should have told me a long time ago that you are really selfish. Then he said cruelly, "you'd better off being alone." He walked away without turning his head.
Then Bob Dylan's "Don't think twice, it's all right." rang. I said in my heart, Skeeter, you're better off without him. Understanding is so important that I think that if you don't understand the relationship, the sooner you die, the better. Regardless of love or friendship, who can't stand arm in arm against hypocrisy, who is rare?
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You Precious Time Wasted my Kinda the Just
but do not of Think Twice, iT's All right
"that I embarked on a long and lonely road, I do not know where to go. bye the word too good, I had to say was not met . Actually you can do better, but I don’t care anymore. I just love you and waste my time. But I don’t want to, so be it. "
You are a poet, I can only hope to understand you a little bit in my shallow language .
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