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03.01.2020 07:57
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Autumn is here, the sky is always grey, and the sparse rain is always coming. This kind of gloomy day has no time to enjoy, except to pass the time to read a book Marlboro Gold. After reading "Mrs. Bovary" in one afternoon, this ignorant, vain and stupid woman is really hateful and pitiful. Byron once said that man's love is a part of man's life, while woman's love is the whole existence of woman's life. Emma pursued fantasy love all her life. It was a beautiful love and a blessing born from love. She longed for joy and passion, this unparalleled romance could envelop her in marriage. But the reality is that she was married to the mediocre country doctor Bovary. Buffalin's Muna and awkwardness couldn't satisfy Emma's fantasies about love. "Before marriage, I thought that there would be love, but marriage But then I do n��t see the happiness that love produces. Joy, passion, and intoxication. What did these beautiful words read in the book originally mean in life? She longed for answers. ��But besides fantasy, she did n��t have many options Although life is always worry-free Parliament Cigarettes, she is always so dull and boring. She feels emptiness and resentment. "Life is desolate like the top floor of a skylight facing north, but the boredom is an obscure spider in every dark corner inside her Netting. "By chance, the Baufalys were invited to a party in Wobisaar and witnessed the luxury, luxury and nobility of the high society. The chic Viscount also became the object of her day and night. The gully of desire is so deep that Emma projects the love she saw in the book into her fantasy with the Viscount, which makes her increasingly dissatisfied with reality. . Later, she met Leon, an intern, and the young intern also liked the beautiful Mrs. Bovary. It was only then that Mrs. Bovary also knew how to protect women, and the fantasy of love was only spiritual romanticism. When Leon left, she began to regret that she was emotionally ill and bored nothing to see. She wondered why not be bolder and closer. Since then, memories of Leon have become the center of her sorrow; the memories of Mars crackling, flashing more than the fire left by travelers on the Russian prairie snow Online Cigarettes. Rodoldorf was the first lover of Emma's relationship. He liked Emma as "a woman with a dreamy complexion and a confused look". When he was figuring out how to get close to Emma, ??he was already withdrawing after planning. But Emma thought that she ended up with the love she had dreamed of, and she fell completely, intoxicated by the joy brought by cheating. "She repeated to herself:" I have a lover! A lover! "She loves this idea, just like another youth suddenly came. She finally got the joy of love, she unexpectedly happy the cold heat. She walked into a realm of strangeness, where everything was enthusiasm, sorrow, and coma; shallow The vastness of Bi surrounds her, the peaks of affection shine under her thoughts, the ordinary existence only appears in these peaks of space, distant, low-lying, and in the shadow. "After the initial passion, Roldo The husband was tired of Mrs. Bovary, and he abandoned her. After three years of leaving Leon and Emma reunited. This time, only after a short honeymoon, she began to become angry and degenerate in food and sensuality. Her happiness faded quickly, and after her passion, she again tasted all the mediocrity and tedium in the marriage. Mrs. Bovary's ending was tragic. The result of the two times of affair was a high debt and she was eventually forced to commit suicide. Before she died, she began to confess, but unfortunately, she did not hear the music of heaven, but only the vulgar songs of beggars. Emma's tragedy seems to be a dilemma in the pursuit of love. In fact, it is not that Emma has a very real human nature, admiring vanity, selfishness, insatiable, lying nature, no affection, no mercy. Taking care of yourself, all day is just intoxicated by the nothingness brought by love fantasy. From Emma's point of view, the best is what you don't get. All in reality is always dwarfed by the extreme passion and perfection of fiction in fantasy. Each of us is more or less with the shadow of Mrs. Bovary. Flaubert once said: "Mrs. Bovary is me." Never-satisfied mentality, cognitive limitations, lack of faith, rebellion His instincts created Mrs. Bovary one by one. The unreachable is always full of temptation. Desire and vanity enslave our fragile souls. The romantic fantasy seems to be realized at a certain moment. This is a kind of complete nihilism. People find an antidote |
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