Occasionally see a movie Kilimanjaro's Snow.
A few years ago, I saw this novel in a newspaper and was deeply moved by it. In particular, the depiction of unreal reality at the end of the novel is really wonderful.
In reality, we will also experience such a state, life has become uncontrollable, spiritually and intensely pursuing something, when it is about to disappear, spiritual sublimation, perhaps only the deceased people know.
Listening to the words of the rescue personnel on the plane, the body became ethereal and the spirit dissolved into the sky.
The protagonist goes through it, and experiences regrets that he has not experienced.
How many people are pursuing success, pursuing love, and how many people are dreaming and empty.
Where is the lost lover Once a dream a writer's dream been fulfilled?
Life gradually passes, and the lover who gave him warmth has long since faded away.
The women around me want their love, and they don't know what love is.
No one can explain what the dried leopard was looking for.
At the foot of Kilimanjaro's mountain, can we regain our lost self?
Hemingway describes a middle-aged man who does nothing,
A middle-aged man who knows he's doing nothing.
A middle-aged man who once had a dream, but lost himself in a drunken fan.
A middle-aged man who does not give up his dreams and finally sublimates before dying.
Life is too small in the past, and no one knows what the meaning of life is after all.
But the only thing that comforts us is pursuit.
The meaning of life lies in pursuit.
The meaning of the pursuit is to realize the deepest dreams of your heart.
The snow in Kilimanjaro has left me speechless for years.
Because I am also living in vain.
I don't want to die with so much regret.
Turn a poem:
From the direction of being alive
(French poet Yam's poem, translated by Shucai)
Look at death from the direction of being alive.
This is too extravagant! This is too much.
Have you lived enough? Do you believe it?
Is the ladder of death enough to reach heaven?
But suppose you calmly raise your eyes.
Look forward from the direction of being alive.
You really only have a glimpse of death.
Hope is sadder than death.
After looking from the direction of being alive.
The more he lives, the more silent he becomes.
There are also people who die on the eye of the bone,
More people are still reluctant to open up,
It is good to be alive, and time is promised.
But when death rushes in,
You stretch out your hand, and you can't stop it.
To be alive means to see, to mean.
Today. When you say, I'm alive.
You're referring to the time that death has already spent.
This part of the time is as heavy as a sledgehammer.
You can't move it. You're old.
Where you die.
You, become visible.