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Reyes 2022-03-24 09:02:47
Pick up the scattered pieces and try to piece the heart bridge together
In the 1940s, the Tacoma Bridge, the third largest in the United States, collapsed.
The reason turned out to be "resonance"
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Dax 2022-01-08 08:01:08
Intimacy is like a game of human nature
Analyzing the marriage of two people in terms of class composition, love and relationship are violent, so I don't plan to do this.
During the 30-minute childbirth, we saw the comfort of the husband to the wife, the expectation of the upcoming daughter, what the wife said, pouring water, playing...
Jimmie Fails
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Leonard 2022-04-24 07:01:16
I am the only one who thinks that the heroine has a feeling of following the character, and doesn't seem to be fully supported or integrated with the character... eh? At the beginning of the chapter, it was a long shot to give birth, and it hurt to look at. I just want to shout, why not go to the hospital!
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Eula 2022-03-27 09:01:13
It hurts, it hurts too much! The front is the pain that is clearly manifested on the outside, and the back is the pain that is buried in the heart. The front is the brokenness that should have been lost, and the back is the difficult reconciliation that picks up the pieces and then reassembles them. The acting, long takes, and scheduling are great, but the metaphors in the film are too explicit. The more than 20 minutes of childbirth before the title is released is suffocating, and the end of the scene where the ashes are scattered on the bridge will be better.
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Elizabeth: And I'm ashamed of me. That I wasn't a good enough mother to teach you how to stand up and speak for yourself, for God's sakes. And to deal with this. Like my mother taught me. After my father went into the ghetto, my mother found a shack, an empty shack, that she went into and gave birth to me. Without any help at all. She stashed me under the floorboards when she had to go out and steal food. So she could make milk enough to keep me alive, but just alive. Not strong enough to cry, or we'd be caught. When she finally got me to a doctor, he advised her to just let me go. That I wasn't... I wasn't strong enough to survive. But when she absolutely insisted, he picked me up by my feet and held me up like a chicken and said, "If she tries to lift her head, then there's hope." And you know what I did, Martha? I lifted my head. That's what I'm asking you to do now. Lift your head and fight for yourself, for God's sakes! Go out there and face that woman.
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Lane: Yes, how did you feel holding your baby you had just given birth to?
Martha: She smelled like an apple.
