Appreciation of distant photography in my heart

One summer day in the 1960s, in Madison County, USA, photographer Robert got lost in the shooting route of his paintings. What he is looking for is a covered bridge called Rothman. He drove the truck on the gravel road. The weather is extremely hot, but the gravel road seems to have no end except the next stone road.

Finally, he noticed a mailbox that read "richard johnson, Rural Postal Delivery Line 2". He slowed down and turned into an alley. When the truck slowly drove into the yard, Robert saw a woman sitting under the veranda. She looked cool. She is drinking something that looks cooler. He got off the bus and looked at her, getting closer and closer. She is charming, or once charming, or charming again.

The charming woman in Robert's eyes is Francesca, the wife of farmer Richard. At that moment, she also noticed the man who walked into her yard. She left the balcony and walked towards Robert.

With this, the story begins.

He asked her the direction of Roseman Bridge and she volunteered to lead the way. In the 20 years of closed life, Francesca has long followed the code of conduct of restraint, reserve and unsmiling required by rural culture. She was surprised that she took the initiative to lead the way.

Over the years, Francesca's teenage heart has surfaced like a bubble and finally burst. She is not a very shy person, but she is not bold and proactive. The only thing she can explain is that after only a few seconds, Robert had something that attracted her.

The arrival of love is probably never meaningless. She met him, forgot that she was the wife of farmer Richard, and ran to the poetic holy land in her heart regardless of the direction. And he, after meeting her, was full of primitive desires.

He explored the covered bridge in the night sky, and she looked at him in the shade of the covered bridge. He gave her a wild Huang Juhua as a thank you, and she was delighted with his almost natural romance. She invited him home for tea, dinner, walking and chatting. Francesca, who studies comparative literature, has hidden poems and distant places in her heart. Her husband Richard is gentle and honest. After he took the Italian girl to the United States, he led his wife to live a plain life as a rural farmer for more than ten years. They talked about agricultural products, weather and children for more than ten years, not about art or dreams.

Robert, who claims to be the last cowboy in the west, is a special photographer, writer and poet for National Geographic magazine. He talked about Ye Zhi, art and dreams, and talked about all these topics so freely and normally. These topics remind Francesca of the poems hidden in her heart and the distance. So when he asks her how Iowa is, she should reply: Fine, very quiet. The people here are really nice. As a result, she spoke her mind: this is not the place I dreamed of when I was a child. Rupert responded with his own poem: Old dreams are beautiful dreams, but they didn't come true, but I'm glad I have them.

At that moment, Francesca felt that she was understood, and her heart could no longer be calm.

On this night, they cooked dinner together, chatted together and enjoyed good feelings, old feelings, poetry and music together. Finally, leave politely.

Desire is instinct, and love needs restraint.

The night after Robert left, Francesca couldn't help thinking about Robert. She drove an hour before dawn to the covered bridge where they had been together during the day, and left a note at the left entrance of the bridge: "When the white moth spreads her wings". If you still want to have dinner, you can come over after dinner tonight.

At dawn, Robert, who came to shoot the covered bridge, found this disgraceful note in pursuit of perfect production, took it off and stuffed it into his pocket. At the end of his seventh movie snapshot, he reached for the movie in his pocket. As a result, he was stabbed by a big head and remembered the note he found. Seeing her news, he smiled slightly. This is what he is waiting for, but he wants to say it but can't say it. Because of this note, they may meet again.

Everything seems to be going well. At dawn, Robert looked Francesca in the eye and said, "That's why I came to this planet at this time, Francesca. Not to travel, but to love you. I understand now that I have been falling from the edge of a wonderful place on a high place for a long time, many years longer than my life, and I have been falling to you for so many years. "

Between desire and love, two people forget their identity and the world.

Robert and Francesca, the wife of farmer Richard, were inseparable during the four days Richard took the children to the agricultural exhibition. She seems to have returned to her girlhood, and her body is full of the feeling and passion of dancing. Facing the reality that the family will go home on Friday night, they have to face the reality as they approach.

"What shall we do?" He asked.

She was silent, a very contradictory silence, and then said softly, "I don't know."

"Is that good? If you like, I will stay here, or in this city, or anywhere. After your family comes back, I will tell your husband directly and explain to him that the current situation is not easy to explain, but I will do it. "

She shook her head. "Richard will never accept it. He doesn't think so. He doesn't understand magic, passion, everything we talk about and experience, and he will never understand it. This does not necessarily mean that he is inferior. It's just that all this is far from what he felt and thought all his life. He can't cope with such a thing. "

"So are we going to let all this go down the drain?" He is serious and doesn't smile.

"I don't know. Robert, it's strange that 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 we both entered the body of another life, which we created and called us. "

He described the distance to her and promised to give her a warm home. However, in the face of reality and love, Francesca finally chose to stay on the farm and continue to live an unremarkable life despite her struggle.

He finally let go and let her go. Tears ran down his cheeks as well as hers when starting the car. She is crazy and her mind is blank. She heard her heart say, Robert, don't go ... However, she didn't have the courage to hurt innocent Richard and the children. She can only stay, she can only stay …

The night after Robert left, Francesca's family came back at dusk. She was afraid to go into town because Robert said he would wait in town for a few days and he could take her away whenever she wanted. She was afraid that she would lose her judgment after seeing him, so she went with him regardless. She is afraid that her abandoned husband and children will only live in other people's gossip in the future. She's afraid … she's just afraid, not unwilling to go with him …

Three days later, Richard took his wife to the city to buy food and repair the parts of the corn harvester. On the way to Winterset, their car met Robert's car and followed closely behind a car named Harry. They followed his car for several blocks. In the heavy rain and fog, the car stopped for nearly 20 seconds at the intersection. Francesca looked at Robert's back through Harry's back window with mixed feelings. She wants to push open her husband's car door and walk towards her love. She really felt the parting, feeling the despair and sadness she had never felt before. Her responsibilities froze her there. In the heavy rain and fog, she watched the car go away and watch the car leave. Crying openly in her husband's car, she heard Rupert's heartfelt voice: in a universe full of chaos, such a clear thing can only appear once, no matter how many lifetimes you live, it will never appear again …

Harry left her life and her world with her love and the man in her heart. In the next 22 years, Francesca only received one active letter from him. She once said against her will that she didn't want to be disturbed, and he could understand the inconvenience of a married woman communicating with him outside marriage. In these 24 years 14 years, Francesca supported her husband Richard wholeheartedly. She missed him so much that she subscribed to National Geographic magazine and followed all the news about Robert. Every birthday, she lets herself enjoy an unforgettable four days. Rupert tied a small round card on his close-fitting silver necklace. Francesca's name is engraved on the sign. He can't get close, he can only watch, and in the distance, he can only express his thoughts on Francesca in this way. He wants her to know that he has never forgotten her, and after her, she is the only one in his life …

Richard died after they separated 14 years. Francesca tried her best to contact Rupert, but there was no news from him. It was not until three years later, that is, seventeen years after their separation, that Francesca received a package. The sender is a law firm. The parcel contains Robert's relics-a letter written in 1978, a necklace with Francesca's name engraved on it, a personal silver bracelet, three cameras used to shoot the covered bridge, and a note she left at 1965 covered bridge.

In the letter 1978, Robert wrote: "From 1965 to 1975, I was on the road almost all the year round. I accept all the overseas missions I seek just to resist the temptation to call you or come to you, but in fact, as long as I am sober, this temptation is always in my life. How many times have I said to myself, "Fuck it, I'm going to Winterset, Iowa, and I'm going to take Francesca away at all costs. "But I remember your words, and I respect your feelings. Maybe you're right. I don't know. I only know that driving the car out of your alley on that hot Friday morning was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, and it will never happen again. In fact, I doubt whether anyone has done such a difficult thing.

... but I am a man after all. All the philosophical reasoning I remember can't stop me from wanting you. Every day, every hour, every moment, in the depths of my mind is the relentless cry of time, which is the time when I can never be with you.

I love you deeply, wholeheartedly and forever ... "

Four days of love will never be forgotten. Robert used his restraint to express his love and respect for Francesca. However, as a common people, we only need to think about these 22 years in "the closest relatives", and even our hearts are full of infinite sympathy and fear. For 22 years, every birthday, she allowed herself to miss him at will. As time went on, she became more and more aware of his understanding of her. After 24 years of separation, Francesca died at the table where she and Robert used to eat. In the suicide note, it is required that the ashes after death should be scattered on the Roseman Bridge where the lover Robert is buried, and it is impossible to share life and death.

Although it is a love in a foreign country with different national conditions, it still has a common persistence in love and a desire for a better love. Although this is an unexposed thing, it still makes the world cry at the end of the story.

Before this book, like all the people in the world, I felt that extramarital affairs were only about desire, not love. At first, I couldn't understand some plots when I watched The Bridges of Madison County, so I went to check the background of the United States in the 1960s. It was found that the American economy developed rapidly at that time, and under the rapid economic development, men mainly worked. Most women work for the family. In the ordinary day after day, women's love is suppressed by trivial life, and the rapid development of economy makes women's consciousness wake up slowly.

This book was released to the public at that special time. The extramarital affairs that people want to talk about but avoid talking about, the author Waller wrote this story on 1 1 day. As soon as the book was published, it became the best-selling novel of the year. It was later made into a movie, which set off the climax of divorce in the United States. The film is more inclined to Francesca's responsibility to the family and her final return, which is more or less a warning to the secular.

Movies have always come from life and are higher than life. Above life is the form of art. As an audience, we always look at stories that happen to others. What happens to others is good, but not good. That's also a story. An extramarital affair that is not blessed and accepted by the world, even if it sounds beautiful, the protagonist in the story should not be in such a good mood. They have spent their whole lives in entanglement and deep homesickness, and they can't meet each other at will, but miss each other across the mountains and seas.

What emotion is more bitter and desperate than this …

History is always reincarnation, and emotions are always similar. The most beautiful emotions can only live in imagination. The best love has nothing to do with daily necessities, it comes from the heart and finally begins life. Generally speaking, if you love simply, you can live long in your heart.

Poetry and distance are really far away. Only from a distance can there be hazy beauty. In front of us, although it may be a struggle, it is also the only sureness in this world. It's daily necessities, it's life itself. Without down-to-earth eyes, how can we set off three poems and the beauty in the distance …