[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Jack's voice was hoarse and ecstatic, and at this moment, Rose couldn't care less about laughing at him.Trembling, she slowly pinched the whistle that had been prepared long ago and hung around her neck, blowing all the remaining strength into that small whistle.

"There are still people alive!"

The bright and dazzling searchlight fell on them, and for this couple, it seemed to be the dawn of heaven.

The two were dragged onto the lifeboat.

The crew hugged a blanket and said happily: "Thank God! It's not too late for us to come! I'm afraid there are not enough blankets, miss, would you mind sharing one with this gentleman?"

Rose's frozen head seemed to move.

The crew kindly wrapped the two of them up.

She was cold and tired, limp, drenched and shivering.She huddled under the blanket and Jack groped under the blanket as he took off her wet skirt and dried her white and cold body with the sackcloth from the lifeboat.

"Would you like some rum?"

"Yes... yes, thank you."

From the flat silver flagon, poor, strong rum flowed into the mouths of the two men, flowed into their esophagus, and burned hotly in their stomachs.Spicy and sweet spread in the mouth, all the way to the nerve center of the brain.

The rum brought a living warmth to their arms and legs, and both felt the sharp pain of regaining consciousness.

"Great, Rose, I finally feel the pain. It means I'm alive." Jack's smile was weak but warm.

"Damn it!" Rose cursed a swear word without image, and then embraced Jack's neck without hesitation, and kissed him without any scruples.

Jack's icy tongue froze in his mouth for three seconds, then suddenly revived.

On the desolate seas of the North Atlantic, under the cold April sky, in a small helpless boat, in a blanket that cuts off the world and the world, I taste love for the first time and then die again. Happy young couple, kissing and embracing each other tightly.

No one cares about them, no one cares about them.They kiss each other in their own world.

No more cold, no more death.At this moment, time stopped its light footsteps, and all that could be heard was the gradually recovering body temperature and heartbeat of each other.

Jack's lips were wet and chapped, puckered by the seawater.Rose tasted the saltiness and bitterness of sea water, and the sweetness, heat and blood of blood.

Perhaps this is the taste of love.Bloody, bitter, and sweet and warm in the cracks.

This is love on the Titanic.

During the dark kiss, Rose vaguely noticed that they were wrapped in a blanket with blue and brown Scottish stripes, just like the one Rose wore in the movie.

Her eyes closed and opened now, not paying attention to the blanket, but the blanket itself invading her thoughts.

The starry sky over the Atlantic Ocean is deep and far away, and the stars all over the sky are like teardrops, sprinkled all over the sky.Light blue, light yellow, pure white, far and near, deep and shallow.

The most ruthless fate seems to be crying at this moment.

The sinking of the Titanic slapped the triumphant industrial civilization severely.

The only lifeboat that returned, after Rose and Jack, rescued five more dying survivors.

The Titanic sank.

Her sinking separated the wives of the passengers of the whole ship, and her sinking caused 1503 people to die at the bottom of the sea.

In this catastrophe full of metaphors, some people lost their parents, some lost their children, some lost their best friends, some lost their lovers, and some lost their lives.

There are rich people and poor people on board; there are righteous people and there are wicked people.Many first-class guests were saved, 57 upper-class men squeezed into the lifeboats, but too many third-class women and children who could have been rescued died at the bottom of the sea.

The sinking of the Titanic was unjust because she sank in a world without justice.

The sea before dawn was so calm and peaceful, as if the tyranny just now had nothing to do with it.

Ley waved the spark tube in his hand in a big way, and the smoke was swirling, and he called out to the Carpathia, which was coming at full speed but was still late.

In the vast sea, small lifeboats, carrying 706 survivors, sailed towards the gray hull of the Carpathia.The faint ripples of the lifeboat stretched beyond the line of sight, and the reflections under the feet were zigzagging and undulating.

My head was a little dizzy, as if I was floating in the air in an airship.

The Carpathia was approaching from a horizon painted in rose, pink, and violet.The black shadow of night is still lingering in the west, but the red curtain of morning has been opened in the east. The transition part of these two colors above the head is an endless tile blue, just like the outline of oil painting.

The sun was shining brightly on Jack's forehead, on his young face wrapped in a plaid blanket.The sun smeared his eyelids like honey, and Jack's thick eyelashes were like waves of wheat billowing in a warm June wind.

Rose stared at him without blinking, afraid that if she closed her eyes, he would disappear silently into the cold seabed just like in the movie.

"I'm real, Rose, absolutely real. How about you feel it?"

Rose pinches Jack lightly.

His limbs have regained their softness and warmth, his smile has become sweet and bright again, his sky-like blue and pure eyes are shining brightly, and he meets his lover's eyes with a smile.

"It's unbelievable, Jack, that you...we're still alive."

On the deck, waiters in white hats and black robes came and went with trays.It was full of passengers who had recovered their lives under the scythe of death.

Some hugged each other with tears in their eyes, many looked dazed and didn't realize how much they were going to suffer, some anxiously identified and searched for survivors on the list, and some—must be intelligent beings—they On the face without much expression, there is a thorough understanding and hope for life.

— Disasters make people see deeply rooted bad habits and man-made tragedies.Man is like a riddle, and to the wise these riddles become wealth; to the fool these riddles are nothing but barbarism and violence; but to the philosopher they always hesitate to condemn and remember.

The Titanic magnifies the light and darkness of human nature in front of everyone's eyes. She is a warning to the world and a bright mirror to examine one's own inferiority.It contains greed, arrogance, arrogance, faith, courage, sacrifice, and unswerving love.

The author has something to say: Grandma's condition has deteriorated further, and now Demerol can no longer relieve pain, and she has been replaced by morphine.Morphine can affect thinking. Grandma woke up one morning and asked vaguely where her granddaughter was.Hearing this, she burst into tears and didn't know what to say.

☆、Fated break