It turns out that Gatsby made a fortune by selling wine,/kloc-America banned alcohol in the early 9 th century. Now, Gatsby is a "drug Lord", which is legally unacceptable. In the final analysis, it is his persistence and vanity that make him take risks for the person he loves and live a false and rich life. He loves Daisy, and he wants Daisy to have the best and most gorgeous brilliance. No one can imagine how much sweat he has paid behind him and how lonely it will be to climb from the bottom to the top. As he said: Although I have many things, sometimes I feel that I have nothing. So Gatsby is really something.

Of course, this anti-core value life will be shattered one day. Another turning point in Gatsby's life happened at a party one day. He tried his best to confess everything to Tom and then left with Daisy. However, when Tom revealed Gatsby's identity as a drug Lord, Daisy collapsed. She didn't expect that her so-called happiness turned out to be a scam. Gatsby collapsed. He hit Tom out of control. In Nick's words, he was as excited as if he had just killed someone. To his disappointment, Daisy told him in this farce that she loved Tom.

The end of the story is another climax. It's so painful, I don't know how to describe it. I can only say that Daisy killed Tom's mistress with her car, and Gatsby took the fall for her. Tom killed someone with this knife and Gatsby was buried.

I think Gatsby's greatness is that he realized his ambition and went through fire and water for his beloved. Doesn't Gatsby know that he is committing a crime? Doesn't Gatsby know that Daisy may have changed her mind? I think he knows, but he doesn't want to give up his dream, whether it's black or white, he just wants to go on alone. Even if he becomes extreme, even if he is spurned by the world, he at least has what he wants-to die for Daisy, which he is willing to do.

Compared with more cowards, Gatsby is great. "Great" is what he deserves.

If he had been born in peacetime, would everything have been different?

It is we who keep pushing forward and sail against the current, but are pushed back by the waves until we go back to the past.