Love Story

It is one of the most popular love stories of recent times and is still widely told today. In the nearly 1,000-year history of the British Empire, no king has ever voluntarily abdicated. Instead, he stepped down for two words - love. The woman who made him abandon his rightful political position turned out to be an American woman who had been divorced twice.

In the eyes of the European high society, this matter is tantamount to treason. In the mainstream of Europe at that time, people were not able to give full tolerance and approval to this matter. Thousands of the king's supporters heard the announcement of the king's abdication on the radio and fell to the ground in tears. Perhaps their gesture contained great respect for this love, and they watched with a sense of helplessness as their beloved king stepped down from his throne. But that's the way it is with everything, there is a gain and a loss. The king lost his throne and his kingdom and gained what he cherished most - love.

Mrs. Simpson later returned her husband's body to England as the Duchess of Windsor for a state funeral. The entire British Isles raised a nation in mourning. At that time, there were many more people who identified with their love than there had been decades before. People saw them as classics who gave their lives for love. Now that I think about it, without their love, the whole history might have been changed and the current queen might never have appeared. The monarchs who abandoned the throne for love were irresponsible from the point of view of the nation, but from the point of view of human beings, they made love their lifelong belief, and were the perfect interpretation of the concept of "human being".

In conclusion, love has a price, and the price of love is a Tarzan in front of those who despise it, but nothing in front of those who cherish it.

On a bridge in London called Waterloo, a beautiful, sad, moving love story quietly began in the roar of artillery fire, and likewise, this love is ultimately on this bridge to the end. This love did not end, and will never end.

This love is so perfect from the beginning to the end. Inside this story, there is no one bad guy, all we see are good guys. The moment Roy and Mara met at the bridge, the great love began. Roy looking out of the window above in the rain is the finishing touch in their story. It was just as the two were on their way to the church to get married that they asked each other's names. Everything seems so absurd, but it makes so much sense. It is this lightning-fast love that matures but makes one person give all because he loves the other, and makes the other person keep this love in his heart forever.

Everyone in this story is forgiving, including Roy's uncle, and his mother. What is not forgiving is an invisible atmosphere, an atmosphere that can suffocate people. This atmosphere is firmly in control of everyone, and everyone is watching helplessly as the harsh reality sets in step by step. But in a sense, Mara's death is precisely the most moving part of the story. It is her death that constitutes the immortality of this story, and conversely, Mara will become another Jane Eyre, except that Mara faced Roy, a little more romantic than Jane Eyre faced Rochester, a little better tempered. And the story of Jane Eyre, really can not be considered a great, classic love story. Let's call it a classic work of personal struggle, or a critique of the Victorian education system and the concept of the gentry.

Jane Austen, a British author, believes that marriage should be a personal struggle. Austen believes that marriage should be the right family. But the story of Roy and Mara is beyond the scope of the family. If we wake up this great writer from the grave and ask him to comment on the love story of the broken blue bridge, I think she will also feel very difficult, really difficult.

In conclusion, the love that lasts forever, the love that cannot last forever, will be the love that lasts forever.