So much for love. I can't stop reading Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose.
The oak tree fell in love with the nightingale, the nightingale fell in love with the student, and the student fell in love with the teacher's daughter. The teacher's daughter wants red roses, suggesting that students will dance with her students as long as they send her red roses, but the students have read a lot of poems, but they don't know where to find red roses. The sad students are crying under the oak tree. The nightingale could not bear to make the students sad, let the thorns pierce the heart, and exchanged her blood for the bloom of red roses. The nightingale is dead. Students bring red roses to the teacher's daughter, but the girl thinks red roses are not as beautiful as diamonds. Disappointed, the students threw away the roses and plunged into the books.
The tone of this story is sad. Everyone is selfish except the nightingale.
Students are pedantic. What about reading poetry books? I don't even know how to find a red rose. When something happens to you, you just cry. How about reading a book of poems? I have no reaction to the sudden appearance of red roses. Do you really think you are lucky?
The teacher's daughter is hypocritical and superficial. Greed is deeper and deeper. I cheated the students when I wanted red roses at first. Later, I felt that red roses were not as beautiful as diamonds. Although this cognition is correct, she should not take others' likes for herself.
And the oak tree, I think he is the most ruthless person. He loves the nightingale and knows that the nightingale will sacrifice himself, but he just won't stop it. He also asked the nightingale to sing another song for him before she died. What about the nightingale? She is pure, pure, kind and beautiful. How like the heroine in Qiong Yao's drama. As a mother who has experienced love, marriage and pregnancy, she looks like an underage girl poisoned by Qiong Yao's novels. Sacrifice for love, thinking that love is beautiful. The result just touched myself.
That's a little cruel. But that's the truth. Wilde also understood. But what if you understand? How many people can do it? Wise as Wilde, isn't it ruined by a beautiful teenager and died without regret? His "From the Abyss" is full of attachment and affection for Percy, and only deep love can lead to hysterical hatred.