Many people grow up unable to retell a love story in an unusual tone, whether it is their own or someone else’s, the reality is that the road to affection is never smooth, but there are so many people who have been cloaked in thorns for this. Love is of course beautiful, but we may also have too many childhood fairy tales of the prince and princess live happily ever after and bring the aftermath. How likely is it that Julia Roberts will walk into an unusual bookstore in Notting Hill, and how much credibility is there in the story of the man who fell in love with the bookstore owner? There are many three-legged frogs in this world, but believe me, it’s certainly not the one in front of you.
I believe most Hollywood screenwriters, like us, loved to listen to fairy tales as children, and that was an initiation into happiness, so those loves were often just extracted from their brains and dumped in another popular format – the big star falling in love with the little book boy, the same as the princess falling in love with the little carpenter, Cupid’s sharp arrow with beautiful trajectory, and such stories give us déjà vu. But when we grow up, we will find that our city turns out to be wingless, it is material and dead. We will not doubt that there is a forest in the distance and a castle in the forest, we will not doubt that the princess’s kiss will save the prince who turns into a frog and the prince will wake up the sleeping beauty, but we can hardly believe that there will be such a love in the city around us.There are many bookstores in Notting Hill, many bars in Casablanca, and Julia seems like Ingrid Bergman years ago, and they are also in such a strange love affair. The love scandal between a big star and a small citizen is probably the easiest way to become the headline of the entertainment page and the talk of the town. For even on a chess board, it takes great skill for a pawn to capture a queen, and who would believe that a white swan would be interested in a little toad from Notting Hill. In modern society, often this fairy tale love is like an atomic bomb explosion, making people jealous to the inch of grass. However, even with the gossip of the public, the pain and suffering of the limelight, the story still ends with a fairy tale of simplicity and simplicity. But I admit that Julia’s words: I am just an ordinary girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me. But with the sincerity and courage common to all love. (I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.)We may have strange encounters in our lives, and there may be love in the strange encounters, but we will hide it, and we will never have a long nose in front of our crush. The fairy tale love is a pot of warm water, and warm and hard, while the reality of love is often boiling, even a dead pig can be scalded back to life. Discussing the gap between movies and reality would have been an absurd proposition, just as our bookstore owners often wear high glasses or are buried in collapsed bookcases and die unnoticed, while our actresses will only ever appear in the bed of a guru, a big money director or a certain male actor named Chen.We don’t accept such fairy tale love because of the huge discrepancy between it and reality. Instead of growing up we slowly give up believing in fairy tales, it is better to say that love is originally a fairy tale of the same vices, they are irresponsibly fabricated gorgeous and beautiful and spread, and grow up we do not seem to have prepared enough sadness for their own love life. But we will eventually find that every Little Red Riding Hood is always surrounded by a big bad wolf – fairy tale writers are really coquettish professions, because even if we have shed more tears and suffered more injuries due to the less fairy tale love in ourselves, we will never say that they are all liars.Many people grow up unable to retell a love story in an unusual tone, whether it is their own or someone else’s, the reality is that the road to affection is never smooth, but there are so many people who have been cloaked in thorns for this. Love is of course beautiful, but we may also have too many childhood fairy tales of the prince and princess live happily ever after and bring the aftermath. How likely is it that Julia Roberts will walk into an unusual bookstore in Notting Hill, and how much credibility is there in the story of the man who fell in love with the bookstore owner? There are many three-legged frogs in this world, but believe me, it’s certainly not the one in front of you.I believe most Hollywood screenwriters, like us, loved to listen to fairy tales as children, and that was an initiation into happiness, so those loves were often just extracted from their brains and dumped in another popular format – the big star falling in love with the little book boy, the same as the princess falling in love with the little carpenter, Cupid’s sharp arrow with beautiful trajectory, and such stories give us déjà vu. But when we grow up, we will find that our city turns out to be wingless, it is material and dead. We will not doubt that there is a forest in the distance and a castle in the forest, we will not doubt that the princess’s kiss will save the prince who turns into a frog and the prince will wake up the sleeping beauty, but we can hardly believe that there will be such a love in the city around us.There are many bookstores in Notting Hill, many bars in Casablanca, and Julia seems like Ingrid Bergman years ago, and they are also in such a strange love affair. The love scandal between a big star and a small citizen is probably the easiest way to become the headline of the entertainment page and the talk of the town. For even on a chess board, it takes great skill for a pawn to capture a queen, and who would believe that a white swan would be interested in a little toad from Notting Hill. In modern society, often this fairy tale love is like an atomic bomb explosion, making people jealous to the inch of grass. However, even with the gossip of the public, the pain and suffering of the limelight, the story still ends with a fairy tale of simplicity and simplicity. But I admit that Julia’s words: I am just an ordinary girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me. But with the sincerity and courage common to all love. (I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me.)We may have strange encounters in our lives, and there may be love in the strange encounters, but we will hide it, and we will never have a long nose in front of our crush. The fairy tale love is a pot of warm water, and warm and hard, while the reality of love is often boiling, even a dead pig can be scalded back to life. Discussing the gap between movies and reality would have been an absurd proposition, just as our bookstore owners often wear high glasses or are buried in collapsed bookcases and die unnoticed, while our actresses will only ever appear in the bed of a guru, a big money director or a certain male actor named Chen.We don’t accept such fairy tale love because of the huge discrepancy between it and reality. Instead of growing up we slowly give up believing in fairy tales, it is better to say that love is originally a fairy tale of the same vices, they are irresponsibly fabricated gorgeous and beautiful and spread, and grow up we do not seem to have prepared enough sadness for their own love life. But we will eventually find that every Little Red Riding Hood is always surrounded by a big bad wolf – fairy tale writers are really coquettish professions, because even if we have shed more tears and suffered more injuries due to the less fairy tale love in ourselves, we will never say that they are all liars.