About "The Bridge of Lost Dreams": For four days, I had joy and dreams in the boundless forest.

For four days, I had a dream in the boundless forest.

If four days of acquaintance can lead to a lifetime of love, life can be as fresh as yesterday.

Their love lasted only four days, but it lasted a lifetime. "In four days, he gave me a life, gave me an entire universe, combined my scattered parts into a whole, and I never stopped thinking about him, not even for a moment. Even though he was not in my consciousness, I still felt To him somewhere, he is everywhere."

"Such a true love only comes once in a lifetime."

"What will happen to my life if I'm gone? Who will see the beauty in it? ”

Are some feelings so unspeakable that they can only be expressed in other ways, such as letters left to future generations?

"The purest love is not necessarily your first love, nor is it necessarily your husband. No matter how you suppress it, it will not pass with time, it will only seal the heart."

< p>Today I have to talk about this masterpiece that was put on the screen by Warner Bros. in the United States and won many awards - "The Bridge of Lost Dreams".

Plot: Siblings Lorraine and Mike are both facing the trouble of family divorce. At this time, the news of the death of their mother Francesca brought them back to the countryside where they lived in their childhood. In a long letter left by their mother, they learned about an emotional secret buried deep in her heart. One day in 1965, the whole family went to the market. Francesca is left alone at home. Photojournalist Robert Kincaid's car pulled up in front of the door. He asked her where the Madison Bridge was. Francesca got in the car and took him to the bridge herself.

Robert was busy observing the shapes and choosing angles, and finally picked a handful of wild chrysanthemums and gave them to Francesca to express his gratitude. Francesca felt a special feeling in her heart, so she invited him to drink ice tea. The two talked about their marriage and family to each other: Robert divorced his ex-wife, while Francesca lived a monotonous and lonely country life with her husband and their son and daughter. As night fell, Francesca actually felt attached to Robert after seeing him off. She finally made up her mind to drive to Rosemont Bridge and stapled a note to the bridge.

The next day, Robert finally found the note after working all day. He accepted Francesca's invitation, and the two worked together on the bridge, taking photos. When night fell again, the two returned to Francesca's house for dinner. Amidst the soft music and dance, the two couldn't help but embrace and dance with each other, and finally walked into the bedroom together. The two spent the next two days together all day long. However, Francesca was unwilling to abandon her family, and the two broke up painfully. After Robert left, Francesca collected all his works.

In March 1982, she learned of Robert's death and received his necklace and bracelet as well as the note signed at the bridge. She kept them in a wooden box and looked through them once every year on her birthday. Francesca passed away in 1989. In her will, she asked her children to scatter her ashes by the Madison Bridge. Both Caroline and Mike were moved by their mother's emotional story and sense of responsibility for the family. They empathize and understand their mothers. At the same time, they also began to value their current family and gave up their plans for a hasty divorce.

What impressed me most in the film was the separation in the heavy rain. In the heavy rain, he watched her and her husband drive away, and he drove in front of her. At a red light, he bent down as if to pick something up, wiped the rearview mirror, hung up the cross pendant carefully, and touched it gently. The body and soul of the heroine who wanted to get out of the car were still trapped in the car from which she could not break free, even though her hands turned hard on the handlebar. And at that moment, although I hoped Francisco could jump bravely, in the end, she chose the former between family responsibilities and love dreams. Just like that time when I wanted to go away with Robert in the bedroom.

We can wait for a red light for 60 seconds, but we can wait for a person for how many years.

At that moment, maybe everything came rushing back, those short four days, her whole life.

At that moment, my tears burst with the tears of the heroine.

The chance of meeting true love in life is 1/280,000, and it is even more hard-won for a middle-aged person to meet such a throbbing relationship.

Whether it’s the beautiful little house, the handful of wildflowers on the roadside that say thank you, the Madison Bridge with a small note on it, or the final ashes scattered under the covered bridge. Even if it was just every time they hugged each other and danced, or every time they talked over daily necessities, it was just four days, but it was like a lifelong love. That sentence, "I don't think I can stop when I encounter beautiful scenery." Can every middle-aged woman experiencing an emotional empty nest be like an 18-year-old girl who has just begun to fall in love? I think I was probably moved.

On the one hand, although from various plots and appearances, we all see a motive for derailment that is trying to be beautified, but every ambiguity is so memorable, and every lust is... It makes people want to reject but welcome again. The collision of romantic sparks and passion even gives people the feeling of pursuing their true love at all costs. Because of this, the film has encountered too many negative reviews, such as triggering a divorce frenzy or making complaints.

Cai Kangyong talked about "The Bridge's Lost Dream" in "Qi Pa Shuo". He said: "Why do you want to divorce when you meet the love of your life? It's just that you hope that you can keep this love in the next marriage. You You are bound to be disillusioned. You have gone in the wrong direction. Marriage is not used to preserve love. Once love enters marriage, it will transform into something else, it will transform into family, it will transform into family affection, it will transform into trust and dependence. , it will not always be the same love as before. Why did "The Bridge of Lost Dreams" move so many of us? Because it did not become the next marriage, if she followed the photographer. , that love of this life will become an ugly, embarrassing, refrigerator, canned story."

But I am so grateful to director Clint Eastwood for keeping me from that. I will miss such a classic in my lifetime.

Some people say that this is a real tragedy. But true tragedy always has a heart-wrenching beauty. This heartbreaking power lies in: on the one hand, it is fierce love, on the other hand, it is great restraint. Robert said: "I finally understand why I want to take pictures. The meaning of photography to me is to make me move closer and closer to you. Such a clear thing only happens once in a lifetime."

So some people say, a thousand Never be with the person you love, that is your luck.

And I believe that as long as you are with the right person, a moment can become an eternity.

When I was young, I fantasized about having such an innocent love: for example, meeting him on a rainy street corner, and meeting his eyes became a flash of lightning, as if I had exhausted all my strength in my life. , just to find such a person, who is warm and lovely. Then we fell in love so many times that it filled our hearts. Unfortunately, we did not become such people later.

And after watching this movie, I felt that perhaps, every woman who is unwilling to accept reality has such a dream hidden in her heart. Even for me, I think about one day owning such a large roadless forest, and then falling in love with a lovely person, getting lost together, eloping, and then falling in love and getting married. Later, they said that this was an artistic young woman who loved to dream.

Love is not about possessing, but protecting and giving up, perhaps it is a kind of beauty. Just like the story I heard since childhood about the little boy who loved roses but never had the heart to break them, this story has warmed me for more than ten years. Similarly, after experiencing the beautiful extramarital affair story "The Bridge of Lost Dreams", perhaps, it should give us more food for thought and vigilance. As the saying goes: "Although the magic of love is irresistible, if you give up responsibility, the magic of love will disappear and cast a shadow." Short-lived true love is doomed to disillusionment, and reason will eventually defeat sensibility.

Although there are still many restless dreams hidden in reality, if you can use it to beautify your life without making it worse, then everything is lovely.

I hope that in this generation, you will always win the heart of one person and never be separated for the rest of your life.

Finally, here is Yeats's affectionate poem from the video:

"The Song of Angus the Wanderer"

—— Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

< p> And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire aflame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name :

It had become a glimmering girl ,

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air .

Though I am old with wandering < /p>

Though hollow lands and hilly lands ,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

< p> And walk along dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun .

I went to the hazel forest

To have a fire in my heart

I cut a branch and peeled off the bark

And used a hook String berries online

The white moth flapped its wings

The moth-like stars twinkled in the night sky

I threw the berries into the river

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A small silver trout was hooked

I put it on the floor

I went over and blew the fire to light it

But the floor There was something rustling on the bed

Someone called my name again

The little trout had long since turned into a looming girl

The apple wreath was worn on On her head

She called my name and ran away

disappeared in the growing dawn

Although I am already old

Wandering in the wilderness for many years

I must find her traces

Kiss her lips

Hold her hand tightly again

Let's walk along the sun-dappled grass together

Go pick it even if it lasts forever,

It's just her and me

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The silver apples of the moon

The golden apples of the sun