《理智与情感》读后感

I remember the first time I watched "reason and emotion", I was probably still in junior high school. I loved my lively sister very much. Maybe it was Kate at that time who permeated the classical pure beauty. It was so moving. Clearly remember, Marianne said, the more books I read, the less likely I was to meet real feelings. Then I think of Colonel Brandon coming in with the song and seeing Marianne in front of the piano. The sun is shining on her face. Its so picturesque and full of emotion. 　　So at that time, I chose the vigorous Marian to love. Its as if someone guessed that you were smiling or sobbing, as if you could bring sunshine to the whole room by laughing, as if you sat there and let the melody flow out of your fingers, and everyone was quietly immersed in your notes, as if you could laugh and cry without any external factors, as if you were full of vitality because of youth Hua Feiyangs playfulness can make the world around you willfully. 　　However, Marianne only glowed at a young age. So many years later, when I saw the BBCs remake of three episodes of "reason and emotion", I clearly gave more love to Marians sister, Eleanor, who used to be silent in my world. Not so surrounded by the light, not so handsome face, but quietly share your worries, and then bear the sadness of yourself, still hold up your expectations. 　　The same background and growing up experience, however, they are like two stages of growing up for me, although their differences are actually static personality problems. It should be rare for a person like Eleanor in his early days to be tolerant, restrained and understanding. More of us are just Marianne. I used to think that the most beautiful and perfect things are the normality of a certain stage of our lives, and will be killed eventually. 　　The simple to willful Marianne was at last willing to be quiet beside the people she had previously despised. But I am no longer infatuated with the halo that self puts on for her, reason is bigger than emotion, growth is really a kind of compromise. But I dont want to deny this kind of compromise, just as this post is not to commemorate the Marianne who everyone used to be. I am not so attached to the madness of willfulness. 　　Recently, its just the story of passing by others. Its probably not just the impulse that breaks the previous fate. Theres no fate, no place to rest. Isnt that the best refuge? Its hard to stop suddenly. After I finish the competition between reason and emotion, I still laugh at myself, maybe I am the most naive one.