When I read the end, I could not help but shed tears. What touched me? It was Gatsby's dream, I think, and the desolate reality of this dream, and the apathy of the heart after it was disillusioned.

The splendor of Gatsby's life was in stark contrast to the bleak circumstances of his death, making one think of the countless feasts, the laughter, the song and dance, the hustle and bustle that he had held before his death. What a sarcastic illusion that, even as he held those dances, those who attended and enjoyed his generous hospitality for free held all sorts of bad speculation about him. The true acquaintance, the true friend, the person who is truly grateful to him, with the exception of the "I" in the article, there is no other person, including those who have enjoyed his feast on numerous occasions (among all of them, Only one attended his funeral); The woman he truly loved and watched for many years ended up indirectly as the culprit for the end of his life. After his death, she disappeared and even did not attend his funeral in cold blood, and just before that, She also claims to "love him".

These postmortem scenes add to the nature of Gatsby's tragedy because of their strong contrast. At the beginning, the end of Gatsby's life was really filled with endless sadness and sadness! And all that he had in his life was a false illusion.