The movie is about
The love-hate entanglement between the first generation of immigrant mothers and the new generation of Chinese daughters, the conflict between control and being controlled, expectations and expectations, emotions, and details in the entanglement are too expressive.
Many people say that this is one of the masterpieces of Chinese women's suffering films, but I want to say that they are lucky enough,
How many middle-aged women have disappeared in the long river of time, no one cares.
The film begins with an old lady's self-report:
The old lady still remembers that many years ago, in Shanghai, she bought a "swan" at the vegetable market at a foolishly big price. This poultry, which was hyped up by hawkers, used to stretch its neck like an ugly duckling, trying to become a real swan. And later, it really became so elegant and moving that it was almost reluctant to kill it.
Later, this woman took the swan away from her hometown, crossed the river and the sea, and went straight to the United States. On the surging sea, she and it, with their necks straight, watched where America was. "In America, I will have a daughter, and she will be very similar to me. But in America, she doesn't need to rely on her husband's breath to live. In America, no one will discriminate against her, because I will let her speak fluently and beautifully. American English. She will have everything, she will not worry or worry. She will appreciate my painstaking efforts, and I want her to be a beautiful swan a hundred times better than expected!" During the journey, she whispered softly to the swan.
However, as soon as her foot stepped on the new land, the Immigration Service forced her to break up with Swan. She waved her arms helplessly towards it, but what the swan left her was only a feather. Then she was faced with a slew of forms that she had to fill out. She had completely forgotten why she had to travel all the way to the United States, and what she had given up behind her back.
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