In fact, Boccaccio also discussed this problem: two women fell in love with a young man at the same time. One woman bravely expressed her heart, and another woman stopped at a distance. Which woman loves that young man more?
Yes, love makes people fearless. Similarly, love is painful. What kind of love is deep and what kind of love is shallow? Boccaccio completed the examination paper with logical argument, and Nie Luda also grasped the answer with the tentacles of thinking. One is just an armchair strategist, with more banter than affection; A person loves, sings and is sensitive to what he loves more. Such love may even embarrass a poet. He asked her to treat him as air, "let me be quiet in your silence"; Because she is so rich and "full of my soul" that he can't exist, he can only pretend that she doesn't exist. Only when she doesn't seem to exist can he emerge on the surface of things-just like this apparent silence-"let me talk to you through your silence." Ai Lvya sang to her lover "She has the shape of my palm, she has the color of my eyes", Bian wanted to have a lover "the shape of her arm", Shu Ting insisted on standing side by side with the oak tree, and self-righteous wrote "I want to be beautiful, but I only dare to equate myself with" your silence ",as gentle as" You listen to me from a distance ". But I can't see you clearly. It seems that no matter how high your head is, you can only see one spiral arm of the Milky Way. " You are like the night, with silence and stars. "
In this way, Nie Luda repeatedly emphasized "as if you had disappeared", "as if you had gone far" and even "as if you were dead", far exceeding the woman who stopped, not to mention the dust; He is so careful, so clean, so harsh, and only love is allowed in his love, and even the object cannot be accommodated. Two people sitting in silence is love. Only when they are silent can love not be diluted by other things. Such as daily necessities, such as identity and skin color, such as the shape of lips, such as possible quarrels and disappointments.
This kind of love, "not as a pleasure, is not necessarily more interesting than I am to myself", which is what Nie Luda said, "You are like a melancholy word". Nie Luda used the butterfly of dreams and the night as a metaphor for lovers. Because dreams do not exist, butterflies are gorgeous; The night is dark blue, the brighter the stars, the more melancholy the color.
Everyone is used to saying, "To really love someone is to love his shortcomings." And the extent of such love is to fall in love with him when he is away. Just like the unforgettable first love, it is "distant and sad" because it is dead, but it makes people feel happy because it is not true.