Roads and distant tourists

"Robert, strangely, you already have me. I don't want anyone to have it, and I don't need it. I know this is not your intention, but this is the way it is. I am not sitting on the grass next to you now, but in your body, belonging to you and willing to be a prisoner. "

He replied, "I'm not sure whether you are in me, or I am in you, or I have you." At least I don't want you. I think both of us have entered the body of another life. This body is created by us and we call it' we'. "

"In fact, we are not in that kind of life, we are that kind of life. We all lost ourselves and created another thing, which can only exist as our interweaving. God, we are in love, as deep as love between heaven and earth. "

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You said,' I am a road, a tourist from afar, and all the ships that go out to sea.' That's right. You feel this way. You think the road is in your heart. No, it's more than that. I wonder if I can make it clear. In a sense, you are the road. The gap between fantasy and reality lies in where you are, on the road outside. The road is you.

I like the author's description of "roads and distant tourists". In this chapter, I mainly describe the profound dialogue between Robert and Francesca about their love and future.

The love between them is strong, but it is rational. For Robert, he is a photographer. He has been wandering outside for many years, always looking for something. Until he met Francesca, his long-term search finally came to fruition.

At last, he realized that everything was meaningful: all the tiny footprints he had walked on the barren beach, the cargo boxes loaded on the ships that never broke down, and staring at his face under the mask when he wandered alone in the winding city streets at dusk-all these finally made sense to him. Just like an old hunter who came back from a long trip, his loneliness melted when he saw the light of the bonfire at home. Finally, finally ..... He came here not far from Wan Li. So he lay on her in the most perfect posture, immersed in her, immersed in the whole-hearted love for her life. Finally! "

The moment he met her, he understood the significance of his long journey. "It's not for traveling photography, but for loving you."

Robert knows he can't live without her. He loves her deeply, so he wants to take her away and take her anywhere. However, for Francesca, all this is too extravagant. Even if Francesca loves Robert deeply, even if Robert's romance and emotional appeal are what she desires, she can't fly away with him. Because she has a family, a husband and children. She can't give up her responsibility to her family. She can't be happy and let her family be blamed.

They are not on the same road. Robert is a wandering photographer and writer, and Francesca is a housewife living in a small town. Their meeting was fate, but it was also destiny takes a hand.

Robert said in her ear, "I have only one thing to say, and I will never tell anyone about it again." I want you to remember that in a universe full of chaos, such a clear thing can only appear once, and no matter how many lifetimes you live, it will never appear again. "

In this world, true love is hard to meet, maybe once in a lifetime. They may be each other's true love, but they must be separated. That's a real pity.

If Francesca hesitated and didn't write that note; If Robert hadn't seen the note, would they have missed each other? There are all kinds of uncertainties in life, but we just meet and fall in love. Although we can't fall in love, isn't it wonderful to get along for four days and miss the rest of our lives?

They met at the covered bridge and were buried together at the covered bridge after their death, which was a kind of perfection. As Francesca wrote to the children, "I gave my life to my family, and I gave the rest of my body to Robert Kincaid." Francesca finally roamed the world with Robert in another life form.