Letter from a Strange Woman Don t be too full of love, things will be reversed

Do you know what the saddest thing in love is?

Some people say that it is stubborn and self-moved to love a hopeless person.

It's like Zweig's"Letter from a Strange Woman".The heroine is the same.

This strange woman, almost madly in love with a man who has only a few faces. She treats men as her everything, and men don't know anything about her.

The first time I read this book, I was very touched by this unrequited love and perseverance.

But now that I look back and read it, I just feel that I feel a kinship.

Love is a two-way rush between you and me, if only one person pays unilaterally, it is difficult to love the result.

And want to get a healthy, long-lasting, stable loveIt is necessary to know how to love yourself better and cherish yourself before loving others.

Just like the writer Bi Shumin said:

Waiting for others to love you is better than trying to love yourself.

At the beginning of the story, the heroine is only thirteen years old and still a child.

After her father's death, she and her mother lived together, and the mother and daughter lived in a simple room with no house number.

When she came home from school one day, she noticed a new neighbor had moved in across the street.

This new neighbor is the writer Mr. R.

The appearance of the writer is like a beam of light, illuminating the originally bleak inner world of this thirteen-year-old girl.

Although the writer himself did not show up on the day of the move, everything about him: the luxurious furniture, the hardcover books covered in soft leather, the calm and solemn but polite servants, shocked and amazed the girl.

She is filled with countless curiosities about this new neighbor, and curiosity is the beginning of liking.

She began to sketch out the appearance of the writer in her mind with her imagination, and the focus of her life unconsciously shifted to the writer.

She would hide behind the door of her house and secretly observe the writer's every move through the peephole in the door.

She also borrows books from the library that writers have read and read. Knowing that writers like **, she also taught herself piano at home.

In order to make a good impression on the writer when they meet by chance, her clothes are always brushed and brushed.

The old school uniform cover-up, which was worn out, was covered with patches, and every time she ran up the stairs, she would cover the sewn parts of the skirt with her school bag every time she ran up the stairs.

She knew every habit of the writer's life, every piece of clothing and every tie the writer worn, including every friend who had come to his house.

He even kissed the doorknob touched by the writer's hand and stole a cigar butt that the writer threw away before entering the door. At night, I often run downstairs to see if the lights in the writer's room are still on.

When the writer went on a trip, she saw the servant carrying the bag downstairs, and her whole heart seemed to stop beating, and she felt that there was no point in living.

But since the first time I met her in the hallway, in the days that followed, the writer almost never looked at her with his eyes.

The writer is unaware of everything she does.

Not only that, but the writer also brings different female friends home from time to time, singing songs every night, and can't see her existence at all.

Her likes, hesitations, struggles, pains, and grievances are all just her own chaos.

Zhang Ailing once said:

When she saw him, she became very low, low, low to the dust.

But her heart rejoiced, and blossomed out of the dust.

Without hopeless enthusiasm and perseverance, it is destined to be a bamboo basket for nothing.

After all,Love is a matter of two people, and one person's efforts cannot determine the beginning of two people.

This fiery crush of a moth to a flame is interrupted by a sudden accident.

The girl's mother has a new relationship and is ready to leave Vienna with her new husband and move to Innsbruck. This means that the girl is also leaving.

Upon hearing the news, the girl's first instinct was to go to the writer and meet him. She plucked up the courage to ring the writer's doorbell, but the writer was not at home.

I finally waited until two or three o'clock in the morning to wait for the writer to return, but I saw that the writer was followed by a woman, and they behaved intimately, talking and laughing together.

At this moment, the girl heard the sound of her own heartbreak.

Without saying goodbye to the writer, she left Vienna the next day with her mother.

During the two years she left Vienna, there was not a single day that she did not miss her writer.

She bought a book written by the writer and read it over and over again until she could recite every line of the book. She paid attention to any newspaper advertisements for Vienna meetings and theatrical performances, just to catch a glimpse of the writer's name.

Driven by longing that swept her body, she returned to Vienna at the age of eighteen.

She gave up her studies and life in Innsbruck to work as a clerk in a clothing store in Vienna. Every day after work, she would go to see the writer, standing far away in the alley, hugging him with her eyes, but not approaching him. Even if it was snowy, I was never late for a day.

One night, the writer finally notices her, but doesn't recognize her, just as a strange woman she meets in the water.

Two days later, they met again, and the writer still did not recognize her, but out of curiosity, invited her to dinner, and then spent the long night together.

Looking at the person who thinks about it day and night next to the pillow, the girl is only full of gratitude in her heart, and there is no blame or remorse.

They spent three nights together, and each time before parting, the writer would give the girl a rose as a parting souvenir.

After a short intersection, there is a long separation.

The writer is going out again, and the girl is once again left behind.

Shortly after the separation, the girl became pregnant.

She knows what kind of person a writer is, and knows that he just enjoys the novelty and passion of the moment, and does not want to take on obligations and responsibilities.

She didn't want to embarrass him, so she gave birth to a child alone.

She had already lost herself in the process of chasing the writer, but not only did she not sober up in time, but allowed herself to fall deeper and deeper.

It is a very dangerous thing to love someone to the point of losing yourself.

As this sentence says:

Love is not who sacrifices for whom, who does what for whom, and once love becomes like this, it is not love. ”

The love that is truly worth pursuing should be evenly matched and evenly matched.

And the people who really love you will always appreciate your free and independent appearance.

After giving birth to the child, in order to take care of the child and give the child a good living environment, this strange woman began to sell herself and fell into the dust.

She interacts with different men every day, at first she is looking for others, and then others come to her door, and she is going back and forth between men all year round.

One of the regulars, an Imperial Count and a widower, was so fond of her that he proposed to her several times, treating her son as if he were his own, hoping to tie the knot with her.

But no matter how the other party pursued, she never agreed. Because she felt that the writer would come back sooner or later, and she would call her to her side, and she had to stay free for the writer at all times, and she didn't want to tie her hands and feet for anyone.

The writers really came back, and they really met.

However, as before, the writer did not recognize her this time.

This reunion after a long absence, the writer's eyes on her are no longer looking at an innocent and pure young girl, but at a woman who goes in and out of the dust and picks lightly at the superficial.

But even so, when the writer invited her, she gladly went.

She said: "I believe that if you call me, I am already lying on the bed of corpses, and there will suddenly be a surge of force that will make me stand up and go with you." ”

They spent another night of ecstasy together, and the next morning she was leaving, meeting the writer's old servant. The moment the old servant saw her, his eyes suddenly lit up and he recognized her.

At a glance, the old servant recognized her as the little girl who had lived in the opposite door, and the writer had been intimate with her several times, but did not remember her once, but when she left, he stuffed her with some money, and sent her away like a woman outside.

The writer didn't know that this woman had loved him so hopelessly, gave birth to a child for him, and gave him a white rose every year on his birthday to embellish the ritual sense of his life.

Little did he know that his child had later died of illness.

And when he received the letter from the woman, the woman was gone.

As the saying goes, drink seven points of drunkenness, and love seven points of love.

But many times, many people drink until they vomit, and their lovers love until they cry.

Like this strange woman who spent her life waiting for an impossible person. After waiting for the years, he grew old, and finally died without a problem.

When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses.

Love that pushes too hard often ends in disaster and regret.

If you can, don't fall too deep, don't love too much.

There is a passage that says:

Don't love someone too much, it will become a habit for you. When separation comes, you lose not someone, but your spiritual support.

Brave and sincere love is certainly worthy of praise and praise, but if this love becomes obsession and demons, it violates the meaning of love.

You know, love sometimes creates more regrets.

The rest of our lives are long, no matter who you meet or fall in love with at the beginning, the only person who can accompany us to the end is ourselves.

So, cherish and love yourself more, after all, this is the person who has been with you the longest.