It's Valentine's Day again!
Are you alone or sweet this year?
In the festive atmosphere, it is inevitable that love will be carefully examined again, trying to taste a different taste.
For modern young men and women, the love they experience is far less rich than what they have seen, heard and read.
As Zhang Ailing wrote in "Rumors":
"People like us, who grew up in urban culture, always see the picture of the sea first, and then see the sea; Read romance novels first, then know love; Our experience of life is often second-round. ”
But it doesn't hurt, after reading many love stories, you can probably gain a little experience.
Today share a love journey written by Janet Winterson, from beginning to end, and see if it pokes your sentence!
"Bouquet of Love"
First Encounter: I am willing to burn my past for you.
The beginning is always wonderful every minute, and at the beginning of the story of the two people, it is always full of beautiful reverie. Encountering ta will even make you forget all about the past.
I am willing to forget the past for you and go to the future together.
I am willing to burn my past for you, move forward and never look back. In the past, I used to be so reckless, regardless of the cost, forgetting the cost. Now I have calculated in advance how much it will cost to redeem myself from the accumulated evil of my life. I know, but I don't care anymore. It may be a delusion or a relief that you have placed in front of me in a space undisturbed by memories. Of course I want to take this risk, I want to take this risk, because my existing life is already moldy. ("Written on the Body")
Confession: Let me lie by your side and look at the clouds.
After the encounter, there is acquaintance, which is a joy that makes people go up. Whether it's chatting or quietly companionship, I just want to spend all my time with that person.
Before I met you, I had a strong heart, which I relied on to survive, and it had served for many years and had become strong. Now you change its rhythm with your own rhythm, and you play and strike on me, making me nervous.
Time withers you and me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll into the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie by your side and watch the clouds until the earth covers us and until we die. ("Written on the Body")
"Bouquet of Love"
Love: When I say "I'll be honest with you," I'm sure to be serious.
When two people start to get along, the running-in period is inevitable. The key to success is mutual trust and firmness in the relationship. You can't be dishonest, and you can't pull feelings easily. Love is the only proper reason to refuse temptation.
When I say, "I'll be honest with you," I must be serious, even though we don't have formal formalities and I'm not saying it as a routine. If I derail, then I will lose you a little, and your clear face will become blurred. Once or twice I may not have noticed, and I may have been complacent about being able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh in my mind. But I will eventually blunt the sharp flint that ignited the spark between us, and our desire to put each other above each other.
When I say, "I'll be honest with you," I'm painting a quiet space that transcends all desires. No one can legislate for love; It does not accept orders and does not waver from flattery. Love belongs to itself, ignoring requests and being indifferent to violence. Love is non-negotiable. It is stronger than desire and is the only proper reason to reject temptation.
I don't want to be your opponent and I don't want you to be mine. I don't want to hurt you for pleasure, messing up the rope that binds us, forcing you to kneel and pulling you up. ("Written on the Body")
"Bouquet of Love"
Withering: I can't see you when you stand in front of me.
Good love will also wither, and even when love disappears, the parties will be surprised. Unbeknownst to me, changes happen little by little. From habit to take for granted, from comfort to neglect. It is we who kill love.
Rain can't extinguish love, and neither can a flood drown it. So what kills love? Only this: ignorance. I can't see you when you stand in front of me, I don't think of you for small things, I don't clear barricades for you, I don't set the table for you. Choose you out of habit rather than desire, and never stop when passing by a flower shop. Don't wash dishes, don't make your bed, ignore you during the day, take advantage of you at night. kiss your cheek but desire others; Say your name and turn a deaf ear, believing that it is yours and can be summoned at will. ("Written on the Body")
(BE version) Ending: The gap never goes away.
People probably need to fall out of love once, so that they can grow better. Maybe that gap is not the old person, but a part of the past self.
Losing someone you love can completely change your life. You won't get better because you won't forget your loved ones. The pain will stop and new people will appear, but the gap will never go away. How could it disappear?
(He version) Ending: We are outside the door of the world.
With a beautiful version of the ending, two people who did not let love wither in neglect fight together against the gushing life outside the door.
I stretched out my hand and touched the corner of the world. The world is bound in this room. We'll be outside the door, where the river is, where the road is. We can take the world with us when we go, and we can hang the sun on your arm. Hurry up, it's getting late. I don't know if this is the perfect ending, but at the moment we are walking freely in the vast field.
Proverbs of love
There are all kinds of love in the world, and Winterson summarizes three points of view:
Some people believe that even if love is permitted, it must obey the vows of marriage and the bond of family, so that the flame of love will warm people's hearts without burning life.
Others are convinced that only passion can free the soul from the mud hut of the flesh, and that only letting your heart run like a hare until sunset can make people sleep peacefully after nightfall.
There is also the school of "heaviness," which suppresses love and cites passages from ancient literature as an example, claiming that those driven by desire—the most frivolous things—will eventually be wounded by a weight they cannot bear. Instead of bearing this terrible weight, it is better to accept lust at the beginning and walk through life in chains. ("Giving Cherry Gender")
"Bouquet of Love"
After reading the above psychological descriptions in love, is there anything you empathize with?
Have you found your love? And how do you live with it?
"Written on the Body" real shot