What kind of song of life does the combination of mother and daughter play?

Ed 2022-04-20 09:02:33

Between mother and daughter, how are those initial loves passed on? And how are our responses to each other's love in intimate relationships received and understood? The mother and daughter in the story are intertwined with love and hate. They have been pursuing hard, but they have been rejecting hard. Longing and fear coexist. The journey of human nature is so similar and familiar. The intersection of pain and struggle, the wound is opened, when the pain is no longer suppressed and the tears are swaying, isn't there a short-term tranquility and joy? Because we finally have a moment when we meet ourselves.

I like this movie, because it not only throws out troubles, pains, and reproduces contradictions and conflicts, but also makes mother and daughter who have always chosen to escape, return to the node of history, re-examine themselves, and restore their true self. I still remember the part where the mother and daughter chatted through wine. A lot of words directly hit the heart, and thought-provoking.

The daughter said: "Can a mother and a daughter imagine a more terrifying combination than this?" The daughter in this group felt only one thing: abandoning her, disapproving of her, and never really caring about her Mother. Memories: In childhood, without the company of her mother, the mother she admired was a selfish artist who had no daughter or home in her eyes. The world of children can only be understood as: I am not good-looking, I am not good, so my mother does not like me. Therefore, she is inferior, alone, and thinks she is not worthy of love. Abandonment was written into her life as the most painful phrase, so that when her child died, she still couldn't let him leave her life, because she was afraid that she would forget her child, because that would mean she was like a mother abandoned his child. At the age of 14, when her mother came home, she thought it was the happiest day for her daughter, but her daughter cried and told her painfully: No. She was cut off because her long hair was difficult to manage; her teeth had to be corrected because her teeth were not flat; her hunchback was required to practice gymnastics; she was shown books she could not understand. Transforming her daughter with so-called care and kindness, but her daughter deeply feels that she is not accepted and recognized. She said to her mother, "I talk and act to please you, and even when I'm alone, I can't show who I really am because I hate everything about myself, it's horrible, Mom!" When a child is constantly being asked to change, it is difficult for her to think that she is liked. Sadly, when her mother thinks that her daughter is getting better and better, she is pushed by her divided self into inferiority complex and painful conflicts again and again. What makes my heart more painful is that the primitive attachment makes it impossible for the child to hate the mother, so all the hatred turns into anxiety, gnawing nails, pulling hair, wanting to cry but unable to cry. The pain that those hearts endured, there was no outlet, all she could think of was to attack herself.

Mother said, "I want to love you too, but I can't. I'm afraid of your request. I don't want to be your mother. I want you to know that I'm as helpless as you." It takes frankness and courage, especially for a mother who is accustomed to acting and suppressing her emotions. Her hate also has her pitiful, she does not know what is the love of parents? Isn't she trembling on the road to becoming a mother? When she begs her daughter as a mother: Help me! Isn't she a little girl who is broken and longing for love? But I am fortunate that she recognized and faced. How many mothers face the pain of their children, rationally and indifferently say "it has nothing to do with me"? Or, on the false self, always pretend to be "strong" in front of children.

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Autumn Sonata quotes

  • Eva: But one thing I did understand: not a shred of the real me could be loved or accepted. I didn't dare to be myself even when I was alone because I hated what was my own.

  • Eva: I will never let you vanish out of my life again. I'm going to persist. I won't give up, even if it is too late. I don't think it is too late. It must not be too late.