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为了钱,我们不惜一切;为了爱,我们成为真正的自己

《给阿嬷的情书》教会我的爱的智慧

《给阿嬷的情书》让我明白了一件事:

金钱,让我们看见自己想得到什么。

爱,却让我们看见自己究竟是什么样的人。

看看电影里的四个人。

  1. 小伟为了钱来到泰国。他一心想找到“有钱的阿公木生”,得到自己期待的财富。开始时,他寻找的不是故事,不是亲情,而是钱。
  2. 南枝同样“不惜一切”,但她不是为了得到,而是为了报恩。木生离世后,她十八年来替木生写信、寄钱给远在中国的淑柔。没有名分,没有掌声,也没有回报。她守住的是一份情义。
  3. 木生拼命赚钱、省钱,但金钱从来不是他的目的。家人才是。 他舍不得花在自己身上,只希望多寄一点钱回家,让妻儿过得好一点。
  4. 淑柔则独自把三个孩子抚养成人。她没有不断要求远在泰国的木生为她做更多,只是默默承担、默默等待、默默地爱。

四个人,都在“不惜一切”。

但背后的意义完全不同。

为了钱,我们不惜一切,是为了得到。

为了爱,我们不惜一切,是因为这就是我们。

这也许就是《给阿嬷的情书》最深刻的地方。

爱,不只是他们心里的一种感觉。

爱,让他们活出了自己的品格:忠诚, 责任, 感恩, 付出, 勇气。

最终,他们都成为了有情有义的人。

这正是《爱的智慧》(LQ)。

  • 关爱(Care),让我们不再只想到自己。
  • 勇气(Courage),让我们即使困难,也坚持做对的事。
  • 连接(Connection),让我们找到比自己更值得付出的意义。

所以,《给阿嬷的情书》真正问我们的,也许不是:

“你有多爱一个人?”

而是:

“因为爱,你成为了一个怎样的人?”

金钱,可以改变你拥有什么。

爱,却决定你成为什么样的人。

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