A little Australian girl with freckles and a birthmark on her forehead, her name is Mary. She had a grandfather who told her the baby was coming out of the bottom of a beer mug. There is an alcoholic mother who only knows how to smoke and drink all day. She is so unconscious that she can't even sew buttons for her daughter. There is also a dad who works in a tea bag factory, and his only hobby after get off work is taxidermy. It was a family prone to depression. The parents did not show any love to their children, but instead attributed the birth of their biological daughter to an accident.
Mary loves the cartoon "Noblet", and a man named Marx lives in New York far away, and he also loves this cartoon madly. By chance, Mary pulled a corner of the American Yellow Pages and wrote to Marx, wanting to ask him if American children came out of Coke cans. When I saw this question, I pursed my lips and smiled comfortably. Children are so innocent and cute, and they have so many wonderful ideas in their minds.
Mary had no parental affection at home and no friends at school. I think the happiest thing for her is to receive a reply from Max. Mary said she had a birthmark, and her classmates would laugh at her and bully her. Max helped her come up with a good idea, he said you should tell your classmates, because of this birthmark, I can go to heaven to take care of all the chocolates after I die, and then I will give you nothing. Thanks to Max, for his wisdom, this is a really good idea. How many little girls feel inferior and sad because of their small shortcomings, and these insignificant little flaws make them lose much joy.
Each of us has been looking forward to a better life when we grow up, and we are eager to know what kind of life we will live in the future. So, Mary began to ask Marx some questions about life, friends, love and the like in the letter. But these are the topics Marx tried so hard to avoid, because they left him only painful memories. For a while, he stopped writing to Mary, and Mary began to wonder if people hated me, and thought she was too annoying and ugly. Oh, poor Mary, don't be so sensitive, don't be so inferior, just because you touched the deepest part of Marx's heart.
The place where the film makes me sob starts with the letter that Marx forgives Mary: "I forgive you because you are not perfect, you are not perfect and so am I, no one is perfect, even those who are outside the door Litter, I wanted to be anyone but myself when I was young, Dr. Bernard Hasshof said if I was on an island, then I had to get used to living alone, just coconut and me, he Saying I have to accept myself, my flaws and all I have, we can't choose our flaws, they are part of us and yet we have to live with them, however we can choose our friends, and I'm glad I chose you. A person's life is a long sidewalk, some neat and others like me, with cracked banana peels and cigarette butts, your sidewalk is like mine, but not as many cracks as mine. Someday, I hope you have mine The sidewalks will meet, and then we can share a jar of condensed milk. You're my best friend. You're my only friend."
We all have Mary in each of us, and we hate ourselves and think others are perfect , thus inferiority and self-confidence. I often wonder, if I envy others so much, do others envy me at the same time. I have a good friend who is beautiful, has a good figure, and has a good personality. I think how good it would be if I were her. But people think that I'm a genius and want to live my life. Maybe we should learn to be satisfied, we all have our own shining points, and we are all God's darlings. I have a mother who loves me more than myself, an optimistic personality, so many good friends, and a good mind... aren't these my strengths? What can I be ashamed of?
At the end, Mary came to Marx's residence, and Marx had died quietly with his head up. I was thinking that Marx died reading those letters, and the wonderful Mary brought to his life. They are very lucky to meet each other and become each other's most important friends. Seeing them write letters to each other about their lives and troubles reminds me of 84 Charing Cross Street. This is a book lover's Bible, and the two protagonists didn't even look at their dear friends before they died. But their friendship has made people sigh and sigh for so many years.
This movie was recommended to me by a friend, and he said he cried when he watched it. I was wondering what kind of movie could make a big man cry like this. Thank God for letting me meet him. One day, he left a message in my diary saying, "I also have several boxes of old sealed batteries, one or two hundred cells, which have been stored for more than ten years~". I may remember his words forever. Because I don't know if I will ever meet such like-minded friends in the future. I will cherish this friend as Marx cherished Mary.
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