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起初，我对Ward这个人是心怀微词的。起初，我以为这所谓的传奇故事又是在标榜那些生活和天赋总是不能和谐的天才的故事。我不愿意承认这样的天才故事，是因为站在女性视角我总觉得这样的男人太过自私，总有很多人把他的故事传唱，而他连一个女人的幸福都满足不了。就像历史上的很多天才一样，他们能说能写，他们的故事为许多人歌颂，而他们的私生活总是乱七八糟的。

而Ward这个人的一些特别之处还在于他所生活的历史背景。为什么他能与众不同？因为他既有贵族背景，又有一颗淳朴自然的心。他擅长的那套贵族游戏规则，用来对付平民实在是绰绰有余，而平日里的贵族们和他的生活交集甚少。可谓在文人堆里能耍枪，在猎人堆里又有文化。所以他敢“违法”，又总能靠能言善辩来逃脱。他不仅枪法准，笔法也是深得人心。所以他显得那么与众不同。

然而光是这些，在我看来都不足以使他成为一个伟大的、值得传颂的人。即使他一生的挚友是个黑人，都不足以使他足够特别。毕竟在那样一个信息不对称的时代，他的人生经历使得他天然掌握了很多同时代同环境的人所掌握不了的技能和知识。这些依然来自于他的出身，不足为傲。

他的特别与传奇，来自于他内心的选择，也或许可称为是命中注定。当他妻子送给他一支笔，他写下了第一篇文章。当他终于因为对妻子的“暴力”而入狱，并在狱中写下更加华丽的篇章之时，我真心觉得她妻子真是个伟大的女人。她选择了非贵族式的婚姻生活方式，婚后生活诸多不如意，她心有失望却始终不曾放弃，她在积极的去了解丈夫的内心世界，并尽自己所能的去激发丈夫的潜能，引导丈夫做更好的自己。如果没有她，他终将如何？或许更加自由，但或许平凡暗淡。而最让人无奈的命运安排则是孩子的夭折及妻子的精神失常，为何命运偏偏会是这样。如果孩子平安的出生和生长，Ward会不会最终页成为一个平和的居家的大腹便便的男人？所幸这一切都是不可能发生的了。

最终，我认定Ward是理智的、坚强的，他注定该活成一个传奇，而不该承受任何关于自私、懦弱、逃避现实这类的非议。就像最终他的自白中所说，他出身显赫，但最终他选择了自己想要的生活方式。贵族的生活总是那么浮夸，他追求的是内心那一汪宁静。鸟们非过，他的心也如鸟儿一般翱翔。他一生所追寻的是自由与安宁，抵抗所有非自然的滚滚俗世潮流。

而命中注定的，他要看尽繁华，他享受过激情和甜蜜，但他注定会孤独终老，或者说他已经感受到了内心中的无尽安宁，与其抗争不如回归本我自然，孤独不老。了结余生不是对生活的逃避，只是一种更加顺从内心深处的选择。

和他一生的挚友相比，他的人生难免显得短暂许多。但他留给人们的，是珍贵的笔墨和思考成果，是反复去讲述都不会令听众觉得厌烦的传奇故事，和最终一个迷一样的结局。

你可以认为他很伟大，也可以对他不够务实的生活态度感到不屑。但最终你都会感到平静。如果他所作所说的，有一点点触动了我们的心弦，那么，在滚滚乱世之中、喧嚣之中、看不见蓝天和星星的苍穹之下，终会获得一份平静。

有些人生来注定是传奇。那是99%的命数，加上1%的内心所向。重要的，大概还是那1%吧。

The river belonged to us, and we to it, like a cathedral no hand of man could ever build. This is as close as a sinner like me will ever come to the face of God.

精彩的法庭戏：
Young blood does not obey an old decree. We cannot cross the cause why we were born. Let us lose our oaths to find ourselves, or we will lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
From Shakespeare Love's Labour's Lost

表白段，对于自然与文学的深厚知识都是为了把女人搞到手的么……
-A smaller man could never hold your interest. As I am, I adore you.
-How well you show it.
-What would you have me do, hmm? What would you have me do? To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw perfume on the violet, to add another hue into the rainbow? Wasteful and ridiculous, excess.

I, Ward Allen, may have been wrong. Before you check to see if the fire of hell has been turned to ice, let me emphasize that I would do, or have done, nothing different in my life. But it seems that perhaps our world met a fork in the road, and the world took one path, and I took the other. Perhaps this is an inevitable result, and each of us are doomed to find ourselves on a path alone in the end, especially those of us who find the world as it was to be a close to perfect place. Those who accepted that the affairs of men are like those of a river, where time and tide are the ultimate shapers of a life, where procreation, migration and even death are spokes of the same wheel, that turns in heaven's vault just the way it should. But there are others who are determined to reshape that wheel and turn back the tide, and they appear ready to do it. Maybe they are right, representing as they do, an impulse in the breast of man that drives our species toward restless industry. Maybe we are here to remake everything, reshape everything, create our new idea of perfection, and leave God's idea to the dim shades of history. And maybe I, having fought against that new idea, rejected that idea, found that idea abhorrent, maybe I was wrong. But I do not think so. Because I believe if we have grown as a species, it has been because of the test of wildness, and if we succeed in remaking wildness into mildness, then we will begin to diminish. But all I have accomplished, is a broken knuckle or two, and hurting myself and my own more than those who are the target of my calumny. So perhaps I'd do better to take my pokes on these pages and take direction from the Bard "Let there be gall enough in thy ink". It's worth a try.

最后这段太感动了……
I've written dozens of articles on shooting and twice more than that lambasting the damn fool game laws. I probably know more quotes from English letters than any man, save an Oxford don. I can tell you the name, use, colour and disposition of a dozen type of feathers, and at least that many species of waterfowl. I have a collection of Confederate money I saved myself, beginning before the war ended, and a lifetime of practical experience, having virtually no value in the world today. 50 years on the river I love, and the damn thing has washed me up on the bank of a city I no longer recognize, inhabited by people I don't remember inviting here. All those arguments won, and now it seems I've misplaced my winnings. So be it. This is where I pulled my skiff.

The important thing about a man's death is how it reflects his life, if it was on his own terms and if there was some meaning in it.

景色很美，法律却不美。
关于美国狩猎的法律：
第一，关于射杀15只的限额。 因为鸽子是属于候鸟。它们每年在天气变冷前会南移。美国政府每年会对鸽子数量进行预测。 根据数量的多少来定射杀限额。

第二，根据政府预测的打猎证的销售情况来定限额。这样每个猎人有比较均等的机会看到猎物，进而有射到的机会。不然的话，有人心里闷气，明年不去买打猎证了。

第三，为什么只能装3发子弹？因为你必须给猎物一个逃跑的机会。不然的话，明年的鸽子数量就会减少许多。

      “典型的文艺片，意境辽阔，音乐致美，风景如画，对白精致。”正如影片的剧情简介一样，这几个字真的能概括影片了。
    看着影片一边欣慰的欢笑，一边又为男女主人公的命运唏嘘。
    虽然做不了贵族，但自己也是很向往这种生活，这种与大自然融为一体的感觉不是谁就能这样随随便便找到。应该说女主角是真正懂得男主角的人，而男主角也是真正了解女主想要什么样的生活。他们虽然经常拌嘴，女主还把男主送进监狱，但那应该是被他们看作是打情骂俏了吧，不幸的是最终两个人的下场有些凄惨，不过在我看来男主也算是求仁得仁了吧。
    如果有下一个明天，两人还会在一起。

6.6分。男主角是一位猎手，他用他的机智逃过了法律的制裁，但却逃不了因果的报应：孩子命没了，老婆健康没了，最后自己也自杀了。主角如果平时带老婆出来亲近大自然，而不是只顾和好友去猎鸭的话，是不会导至那凄凉的结果的。主角最后没有对鸭子开枪，并自杀，也许是醒悟过来，并自杀来忏悔吧，但电影并没有表达出这一点意思。