Chapter 20 Obsessed with love, never regretting until death

Eighty-one-year-old female writer Duras passed away.Friends said she died too early, too young.No way?Eighty-one is not young. However, she can still love.friend said. In my impression, Duras has always been her bright face with a hat and braids published in the novel.A handsome face, bright and shrewd eyes under the brim of the hat.Two years ago, I saw a photo of Duras and his current boyfriend in the newspaper. The old Duras, with thick skin and white hair, was surrounded by a tall, young and handsome man. The two walked side by side, more like a grandmother shopping with her grandson. scene.

This photo gave me a strange feeling, and I couldn't explain it or understand it for a while. Later, I heard other people express their opinions and said: "It's so sad. At such an age, I still can't get out of the emotional barrier. I can't see through it." I do not agree with this statement.Every love can make the soul richer, make the ability of love deeper, and make the next love more perfect. Learn in love and practice in love. Never despair, never lose heart. Then I realized that the emotion I felt in front of that photo was actually admiration.After experiencing so much pain and parting, she still has the courage to throw herself in love.

Duras once wrote a movie script, describing a French actress who fell in love with a German soldier when she was young. After her lover died, she was whipped, shaved and imprisoned for treason.After World War II ended, she was released and went to Hiroshima, Japan to make movies.Hiroshima, which was bombed by the atomic bomb, is full of ruins and devastation, which is ingeniously reflected with the state of mind of the female star.However, even after all the vicissitudes, the pursuit of female stars still refuses to stop. So is Duras.She said: "I was listening to "Song of India"... this piece gave me the desire to love." What she listened to was actually the never-ending desire to love in her heart.

Last winter, which was also the last winter in Duras’s life, she finished her last book "This is All", and dedicated it to her late lover Yang En (is that the man in the photo?), writing: "Okay. I'm dead. It's over." Every sentence is a love for Jiao, a kind of willfulness, a willful declaration to the lover, words that can only be spoken by a woman in love.If you don't have a lover, who cares if you are "good or not", "dead or alive", "beginning or ending". Duras's literature, as well as her love, are endlessly pursued. Obsessed with love, never regretting until death.

She is forever young and beautiful lover.