What literary reflections on love have you read?

Actually, I like the **"Woman on the Bread Tree" very much, you can watch this ** as a romantic drama, but it is also a love literature**, which has a lot worth your in-depth thinking. Words can tell you a lot about love. is a very good **, you can read it when you have time, and he also has a TV series, this TV series is also very good, who has Tang Yan to act, there are also many good lines in it.

Now I feel that philosophy and religion books are more approachable, because there are very few people who can write about subtle and complex human nature, while philosophy and religion can be closely related to every tiny individual, and directly go deep into our basic problems to discuss. They are private beings. On the contrary, some **, obsessed with forms and concepts, have nothing to do with the deep emotions of our lives, and they completely ignore religion.

I rarely read good-looking love**, and most of the works on the market lack transcendence, because love is difficult to interpret transcendence. It is the most basic existence of life, closely related to the world, and it can hardly be regarded as a faith. But there are also people who can write about love beautifully.

Marquez is stunning. The same is true of Borges, who, although his short stories** rarely directly present the proposition of love, writes with a precise, complex and unpredictable sense of personal existence. Personal presence is the most basic structure of love.

And love is the most basic structure of human nature. And one of the better literary books I have spent recently is Nabokov's autobiography - Say it, Memories. Not only is the sentence beautiful and profound, but Liao Yuejuan's translation adds a lot to it, and the author's own life record that slowly spreads out like a picture scroll is also full of subtle and trivial details, which is touching.

Towards the end, there is a passage in which he writes about love: Whenever I think of my love for someone, I always immediately draw a radius from the heart of love and tenderness, my heart. That radius is far, far away, to the end of the universe.

What drives me to measure this feeling of love with that unimaginable, incalculable nebula (a distant nebula like a nebula seems like a form of madness)? It is the eternal abyss from which you fall, everything that is unknowable except ignorance, despair, cold, dizzying whirlpools, and the interpenetration of space and time. It's a bad habit that I can't get rid of, like an insomniac person who involuntarily flicks his tongue and examines a chipped tooth in the dark of night in his mouth, even if his tongue is bruised, he still can't stop.

I must know that I am standing at **, you and our son are standing at **. Love, silently in slow motion**, reveals its melting edge. I was overwhelmed by this persistent, powerful feeling that no energy could match in any imaginable universe.

All the space and time worked in my emotions and my earthly love, removing the edges of the worldly for me and helping me fight that horrible feeling.

95-year-old Sister Immanel, who talks about love, has a pertinent point of view. "Everyone expects to be loved on their own terms, and everyone wants their significant other to be responsive to their expectations. As a result, many love relationships are nothing more than actions that start on their own and return to themselves.

In the same way, the demand for others will become your own panic; The expectations of others will become their own disappointments; Dependence on others will become one's own pain; Attempts to possess others will become a prison for oneself; On the contrary, patience with others will become one's own peace; The backhand to others will become one's own freedom; The dedication to others will become their own gain; Compassion for others becomes forgiveness for oneself; But in a worldly love relationship, people must fully expose their most natural side. That is, the uncontrolled side. Longing for the feeling of returning to the mother's womb, relaxing and warm.

But it comes at a cost. Because we are in the world of adults, and we are facing the hearts of adults.

In the world, love, such a simple two words, really has an extraordinary meaning. It not only covers the human aspects of truth and falsehood, good and evil, beauty and sin, but also covers desire, greed, loneliness, warmth, memory, emotion, and sinking. All kinds of basic life propositions.

Many people will say that love is just a part of life. There is more to human life than just love. There is a formal truth to this statement.

Of course, there are things in the world that seem more important, economics, politics, wars, changes, big times, and so on. But some of the emotions that are always real and subtle are always related to the structure of our lives: childhood, parents' families, adolescent love, partners and children, relationships with others that have been given and taken, trauma, frustration, joy, a cluster of irises seen on the side of the road, the sound of rain in the middle of the night, a letter, and the gloom and sadness when a past event suddenly strikes.

If a person does not have his own real and strong sense of existence, lacks rich and delicate details of life, and chases the form of no occasion change, he will only feel that his life has passed in a hurry. Because I have never held strong and deep memories. Only these are true. <>

A classic story in the history of love.

The history of literature is littered with countless classic love stories, each of which has a deep charm. But how do we choose one of them as the most classic representative?

<> I think the answer to this question varies from person to person because everyone has different criteria for judging. However, for the sake of this question, I will try to list a few love stories that I think are the most classic for you and give you an evaluation of them.

First of all, I think Romeo and Juliet will definitely be in the minds of many people. It is one of Shakespeare's most famous plays and tells the story of a tragic couple who are thwarted in their quest to achieve love.

One of the reasons for the popularity of this story is that it depicts a perfect unity of mind and body in love, and that transcends the class leap between the aristocracy and the commoners.

Another classic love story that I think is Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë's masterpiece tells the story of a young woman's growth and her love affair with a wealthy man she meets.

Jane in <> story is a strong and independent woman who grew up to become a successful woman through perseverance and self-education, and her love for Rochester is genuine and profound.

Finally, I would like to mention a love story that I consider very special: David Copperfield. This ** is one of Charles Dickens's masterpieces, the story tells the story of a young man, David Copperfield, who grows up, and his love affair with his elementary school teacher Emily is one of the core plots of this **.

The lovers in ** not only face the differences in the hierarchy, but also face the revealed family secrets.

All of these stories depict a deep and varied love relationship and have gained great popularity around the world. But which of them is the most classic?

I don't think there's a definitive answer to this question because everyone's experiences and values are different, and everyone's desire and understanding of love is different. However, the most important thing for readers is to appreciate the core values of justice, fairness, responsibility, and dedication that these love stories are meant to express.

<> "Thoughts on Love.

Love is a feeling that goes against nature, and it leads two people who have never known each other into a selfish, unhealthy relationship of dependence, and the stronger the feeling, the more ephemeral it is.

García Márquez, "Love and Other Devils".

For I have watered her, for I have covered her with glass, for I have shielded her from the wind, for I have destroyed caterpillars for her, for I have listened to her complaints and boasts, and I have repented so much that I have sometimes listened to her silence, for she is my rose.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Accept it, you say my life is a pity, but I don't care about it. You look at the danger, but I think I'm proud. How about not expecting it? Life is full of bitterness and little joy.

Xiao Hong's "The Biography of the Hulan River".

It's not that I'm cheerful, in fact, I also have a lot of sorrows, there are many sleepless days that swallow me, life is never only brilliant, but I like to laugh, I like the air fresh and bright. I am willing to be like tea, leaving the bitterness in my heart, and the fragrance that comes out is fresh.

Wang Guozhen's "Monologue".

It is better to live according to your own wishes than to obey the arrangements of other auspicious matchmakers and live a shallow life with a bluff.

Janet Winterson, "I want to be happy, I don't have to be normal".

I long to see you, but remember, I'm not going to ask to see you. It's not because of pride, you know I have no pride in front of you, but because it only makes sense for us to meet when you want to see me.

Simone Beauvoir's "Love Letters Across the Sea".