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哭,却一点也不悲伤?


为什么《给阿嬷的情书》让我们哭,却一点也不悲伤?

《给阿嬷的情书》让很多人哭了。

不是哭一次。而是三次、四次,甚至五次。

可是,当电影结束,灯光亮起,我们走出电影院时,

心里却没有悲伤。

相反地,我们觉得一种从未有过的释然

为什么?

因为,《给阿嬷的情书》讲的,从来不是死亡。

而是爱,最终胜过了死亡。

南枝背负着一个秘密十八年。她冒着木生的名字写信、寄钱,把自己的一生都献给了一个承诺。直到最后,她患上失智症。

很多人觉得这是悲剧。

我却觉得,这是上天送给她最后的礼物。

因为,她终于忘记了那个压在心里十八年的秘密。

她不再愧疚。不再自责。不再需要一个人默默承受。

这一刻,我们为她感到释然。

而淑柔最开心的,不是终于知道真相。

而是南枝竟然还记得,她当年寄来的那块咸猪肉。

那一刻,我们突然明白:

原来,所有真心付出的爱,都不会被遗忘。

也许多年以后,一句关心的话,一顿亲手煮的饭,一个默默的陪伴,我们早已忘记。

可是,对方一直记得。

还有木生。

他的一生并不成功。贫穷、辛苦、英年早逝。

可是,在淑柔心里,他永远都是那个年轻、善良、拼命为家人打拼的丈夫。

她记住的,从来不是他的失败。

而是他的爱。

这,不正是我们每一个人的写照吗?

我们努力工作,不是为了自己。

而是为了父母、伴侣、孩子,为了那些我们深爱的人。

也许我们觉得自己做得还不够, 也许我们总觉得自己不够成功。

可是,在真正爱我们的人心里,我们早已足够。

他们记得的,不是我们的缺点, 而是我们的付出。

不是我们的失败, 而是我们的真心。

所以,我们哭。

不是因为故事太悲伤。

而是因为故事太美。

它让我们重新相信,

爱,不会因为时间而消失。

爱,不会因为死亡而结束。

爱,更不会因为遗忘而失去价值。

这正是《爱的智慧》Love Intelligence(LQ)告诉我们的。

关爱(Care),让爱留下永恒的记忆。

勇气(Courage),让我们愿意为了所爱的人默默承担。

连接(Connection),让人与人的情感,超越时间、距离,甚至超越生死。

也许,《给阿嬷的情书》最让人流泪的一句话,不是电影里的对白。

而是电影结束后,留在我们心里的那句话:

爱,不是盲目的。

爱,是永恒的。

所以,请勇敢去爱。

也勇敢接受别人的爱。

因为人生最后留下来的,不是我们赚了多少钱,不是我们拥有多少成就。

而是,

有多少人,因为我们爱过,而一生记得我们。

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