"Needless to say, all life is a process of destruction. ”
- Fitzgerald, "Collapse"
A little over a month ago, there was a chance to revisit the old movie "The Great Gatsby", which was set on Long Island, a glitzy and glitzy twentieth century in the United States. The rapid development of the economy, the popular jazz music, the pompous and frivolous atmosphere, the smuggling crime, the luxury and messiness, love is expressed in many ways, the casual and solemn, the simple and profound, the true and the false, the prosperity and the loneliness.
Gatsby's greatness lies not in sticking to a feeling, but in being able to keep an eye on the future, a vision of a "We" (we) in that era. I beg to agree that the theme of Fitzgerald's novel is the destruction of the American dream. The movie is made to be bustling and gorgeous, lively and even crazy, but not annoying. When Gatsby saw the love of his life, Daisy, he forced his composure in a little panic, the rain slid down his cheeks, his face was angular and affectionate, and he felt full of realism and dramatic tension in the details.
If you are going to love someone, you have to think about whether you are willing to give up your God-like free heart for him or her, and then willingly have a bond. ”
当盖茨比无限欣喜地带着戴西在其豪宅中畅游嬉戏，纵情欢笑，背景音乐Lana Del Ray的声线纯真中透着苍凉，一遍遍地追问 “Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful？（当我不再年轻与美丽，你是否依然爱我？）”。 哀婉却不伤怀，只觉视听皆完美。
Different from the last time I watched it, this time what made my heart worry was not that Gatsby was shot and fell into the water and died, but that he was exposed by Daisy (Gatsby's lifelong love) husband Tom, who was humiliated and angry, I have to say that Xiao Lizi's acting skills are absolutely superb, and that paragraph is so full of emotions that people have no doubt that he is Gatsby, and Gatsby is him.
Perhaps the reason why Gatsby was said to be great was precisely because he rebelled against fate, worked hard to move forward with spiritual power, and went against the current with spiritual power.
"Hope is on the way to us, but it doesn't matter. Tomorrow we will run faster and stretch our arms farther. One day, we will continue to sail hard, sail against the current, and be constantly pushed back until we return to the old days. ”
In many parts of the world today, perhaps just like the United States at that time, full of reality and the fanatical pursuit of materialism, many people have given up their initial insistence on truth, goodness and beauty, and many years later, they suddenly look back and want to go back to the past, and pick up what they have forgotten, ignored, lost, and picked up one by one, whether they succeed or not.
One of the fortunate things in life is the new reading of ancient books of the ancients, whether it is Sima Guang's "Zizhi Tongjian", or Zhuangzi's "Getaway", or the poetry works of Wang Anshi, Ouyang Xiu, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, Du Fu, etc. Every time I read it again, or listen to it again, I have a new feeling, and I feel that the other side of time and space is so rich and vast.
In addition to this, old songs are new to listen to, and there are also new emotions. For example, Zhang Xinzhe's old song "Faith", when he was cleaning the mirror one afternoon, he overheard it, and felt that he had listened to it in vain, and seemed to understand the taste, so he played it on a loop until it was gone.
The lyrics and songs are simple and touching, and the timbre is clean and ethereal.
Whenever I hear melancholy music, it evokes the sadness of memories
Whenever I see the white moonlight, I think of your face
I know I shouldn't think about it, I can't think about it
I thought about it again, who made me sad
Who made me care, it's you......
Want to know the time spent floating for years
Are you homesick too......
I have so many regrets, so many expectations, you know
I love you so clearly
What a strong faith
I love you so warmly
What a brave force
No matter how sad my heart is, no matter how panicked my love is
It doesn't matter what others think
......
I love you is true to oneself and true to one's faith in love
I love you is the power that comes from the soul and comes from life
In a distant place, are you the same
Hear me cry, Love is a faith
Take you back to me
Summer evening, the fire clouds are infinitely quiet, go out for a walk, and see you in the next chapter.