"I am here because of you: you will never understand. You read sympathy, but you didn't expect that you were the real author of this appalling tragedy. I can see that you don't know what you have done. I don't want to play this role to tell you what your heart should tell you. Indeed, if you don't let your heart harden and numb because of hatred, it will tell you. Everything must come from your own understanding of the mind. If he can't feel it or understand it, it's no use telling him. "
What is true love? Is to save another person's soul with your own soul and everything.
What is the real tragedy? I tried my soul and everything to save another person's soul, but failed!
That's the sentence. I think the most straightforward and concise expression of Wilde's love for Bosi in the whole letter is:
"Your body, I'm not interested, can be left to your father; Your soul, he is not interested, can be left to me. "
"You are the only one who can do anything."
I am not interested in the possibility that your father may have your body, and I am not interested in leaving your soul to me. This is a painful solution for you.
If Xiao Bo is really as heartless as he said and wants to be with this person, it can only show that Lao Wang is M-crazy, and his destruction has many self-destructive elements. Even without Xiao Bo, he would have found such a person.
Xiaobo writes to Lao Wang from one post office to another. Lao Wang tore up the letter after receiving it. Wavelet continues to write. Isn't this a lovely plot, loyal dog VS proud?
Their relationship seems to have been wandering back and forth between two modes: loyal dog VS arrogance-princess VS servant, poof ~ ~ ~
There are many comments in yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn: Lao Wang loves non-human, Xiao Bo has no heart, and Lao Wang should love Ronaldinho. ...
If there is someone who should be loved in the composition of love, is it still called love?
If you can choose who you should love, Lao Wang should not love men. He has a wife and children. Even if he was born romantic and found a woman lover, at most, another Byron would never get into such a big trouble.
Wilde wrote the most talented works, tragedies and comedies after he met Bosi.
Don't listen to him talk about how Bosie pestered him,
He really likes being pestered,
Love polished his talent, but this love is also poison.
It's just that there are so many boys around Wilde, why does he only love Bosie? Is Robbie worse than Bossy?
Bosi is selfish and willful, but he also loves Wilde, but deep down, he doesn't love himself that much.
And Wilde is also an aesthete psychologically. He didn't stay and threw caution to the wind.
Bosie and Wilde finally parted ways, a bit like Vivien Leigh's last years, when Lawrence Oliver abandoned her and didn't help her.
Imagine meeting Bosie. Don't you promise that you won't sink?
Lao Wang has his own Stockholm plot and can't help it. He would rather bind himself in front of love, bear disappointment and return to his lover. Because he is a poet and a writer, who will feel so sorry for the story of Wilde and Bosi if he abandons this purity?
As for Bosie, don't say anything. This is the story of their two worlds, and there are always people willing to sacrifice.
Because the love that can't be grasped in this way is more romantic and more difficult to stop.
Look at the following letter that Lao Wang wrote to Posey before he was sentenced, and you will know how extreme happiness Posey brought him, which no other lover can give.
"... my sweet rose, my soft flower, my lily, maybe in prison, I can test the power of love. I want to see if I can turn sour water into sweet dew with my strong love for you. Sometimes I think it might be wiser for us to separate. Oh! That was when I was weak and crazy! Now I understand that doing that will only make my life incomplete, ruin my art and break the harmonious rhythm that makes people's hearts perfect. Even if someone throws mud at my face, I will praise you; Even at the bottom of hell, I will cry to you. When I am lonely, you accompany me. I am determined to devote myself to love and bear, not resist, every humiliation. As long as I can always have you in my soul, let my body be notorious! To me, from your soft and smooth hair to your beautiful feet, your whole body is perfect. Happiness hides love, but pain reveals the essence of love. Oh, the loveliest of all things created by the creator! If a notorious person who is regarded as a joke and scarred by silence and loneliness comes to you, oh! You only need to touch his wound to heal it and comfort his pent-up soul. Then all the problems will be solved before you. Remember, it is that kind of hope that keeps me alive, and there is only that kind of hope. You are to me what wisdom is to philosophers and God is to saints. Keeping you in my heart is what people call the painful goal of life. Oh, my love, you are my most precious white daffodil blooming on the Yuan Ye. Think about the burden on your shoulders, which only love can lighten. But don't be sad about it, be happy because of the eternal love of a soul crying in hell now, because the heart of this person crying in hell has the light of heaven because of your love. I love you, I love you, my heart is a rose, it is your love that makes her open; My life is a desert, blown by your sweet breath, and its cool spring is your beautiful eyes; Wherever your little feet go, they will walk out of the dark valley. Your hair smells like myrrh. Wherever you go, it smells like cinnamon.
Love me forever, love me forever. You have always been the noblest and most perfect love in my life, the only love in the world.
I decided to stay here. I think it is more noble and beautiful. We can't be together. I don't want people to call me a coward or a deserter. I don't want to hide my name, drag out an ignoble existence and hide from Tibet (Baidu). None of this is what I want to do. They are not the people who find your beauty on the mountain that can make beautiful things better.
Oh, the sweetest boy, the cutest lover in all love, my soul clings to your soul, my life is your life, and you are my ideal idol to worship and be happy in all kingdoms of pain and joy. "