Go around and go back to the origin

I thought it was a film of a woman looking for herself. Some people say that the divorce period did not explain clearly. As a married woman, I think there is a good reason for it, that is, to look down on the man and stop loving. Later, I went to Italy. I liked that experience very much. It was almost a moving journey to discover who I was. There were so many pieces that moved me. But then it became more and more incomprehensible. It may be that the western imagination of "exotic orient" shown in the film makes me very unbearable-maybe I am too sensitive. But what makes me feel speechless the most is that after going around in a circle, I still return to the original point. To fail with one man is to succeed from another man. It is the man who sends a woman to hell, and it is also the man who saves her to heaven. Of course, this woman's view of mate selection has indeed improved afterwards.

A while ago, someone recommended Liu Yu’s article about crush. I think this woman has been crushing, crushing, and crushing all the time. Until the end, I didn’t think that the man was the so-called "true love", but it was indeed true. The one that matches her most physically and spiritually—the first two men (perhaps more, because the heroine claims to have never lacked men since the age of 16) are puppy-type boys, and finally I found one. Both physical and mental age are appropriate. As for whether it can really settle down and stop tossing, who knows.

I don't know what this movie - or what this book is about. From one man to another man, in the end it belongs to the man. Even the wise men met in Bali, after asking a lot of questions, have to ask one more question, how are you and your boyfriend? In the end, women understand that sometimes losing balance for love is an indispensable part of the balance of life. So calmly went out for a drive with her boyfriend.

Alas, this is the imagination of the so-called petty bourgeoisie life. Traveling, eating, making friends, seemingly living a life elsewhere, from the United States to Europe to tropical Asia, but in fact, they have always been in their own small world and have never left. When a woman was in Italy, someone asked her which word could represent her, but she couldn't figure it out after much deliberation. I watched the entire movie and thought of a good word for her: hypocritical.

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