When I downloaded it, I hesitated, because I was worried that it was too boring. There were too many movies on my computer that I felt bored and impatient to watch.
When I saw the blind date, I was almost in a state. When the story was halfway through, I pressed the pause button and went to the hall to tell my mother the story. I said it was very similar to the story of our family. Mom listened to me to finish the half of the story, and then I said, I continued to go back and read it. In fact, I felt that my mood was still a little bit agitated, and I could only calm my mood with the help of this kind of telling. .
The story was over afterwards.
In fact, if you want me to say, I don't know what to say.
My sister's return to China this year is the second time she has left home. In a blink of an eye, she has been there for eight years. Marrying (that is, grandmother) passed away the year before the first year. One year my sister was going to come back, but she became pregnant. Then she felt that the child was too young to be able to get on the plane. So before my grandmother died, she didn’t see my sister. of. When I met my sister in the United States after five years of separation the year before last, my sister said, "Why didn't she wait for me? It was sad in the voice, but my sister and I did not cry."
The same is true for the pair of Indians in the story. They lived in the north of the United States, left home, gave birth to a child, and then had a second child, thinking that everything would not change, everything was still waiting in place, and then it was her. The news of the death of her grandmother was the first time she had returned to China. When she returned to China for the second time, her son was in the year of the college entrance examination. The family returned to India and brought gifts to everyone. I don’t remember what the gifts were. I only remembered that there was an umbrella. The husband also wrote a list. The one allocated is probably a crossed out.
The same is true for my sister, piecemeal, but once she told me that it seems that people in China don't use Maybelline much, do you think it's cheap? They are used in China, but I would not be willing to use them in the United States. I am embarrassed to give it away.
I said that the East has always been a big country in the world of luxury goods. I also added a sentence later, because we don’t do much makeup, so it’s useless if you send it.
The cat said, your sister looks so old. She is only one year older than me.
Having overseas relatives or something worth enviable, when I resigned, there were a lot of rumors in the unit, to the effect that, naturally, I would resign after going abroad. I was aggrieved. A colleague said, why are you angry? This is not bad. Huahua comforted me and said, it's nothing, those people are laymen.
I am not unintentionally comparing the political systems or economic environments of the two countries, or major developments and minor progresses.
But what really saddens me is that I care about family affection and care about the ties between people besides the social environment and money. Is it true that there are so few people involved? Does everyone really feel that time does not exist, and since the white-haired people in the family can dye their white hair black, they are naturally not old.
Those things that I think are as obvious as a white piece of ink in the middle of the ink, no one has ever seen them. Is it really because of the shallow understanding and not enough books, or is it just because the feelings in those hearts have deteriorated too much?
When I left the computer, there was a section in the story. Dad named his son Gogol. This strange name caused his son to be ridiculed while studying. Gogol is a person with some mental problems. A person with a lonely friend, of course, doesn't fit the modern aesthetic very much. I don't think he has much money. When his son graduated from high school, his father ordered the book hard in the bookstore. After a few months, it is obvious that who is still reading such an old book in modern times. Dad tried to explain to his son that the son of course didn't care about the origin of the name. Later, Dad said that he, like me, had spent half of his life in a foreign land.
This is this sentence that makes me a little bit look down on it. I told my mother this story, said this sentence, my mother said, of course he couldn't understand it. I said that if Benben grew up in the United States, the same is true. My mother said, yes, he grew up in the United States, and he thought it was his home. We are all a bit sad, but mother said in a particularly optimistic tone, "Fortunately, he will be back soon."
Our colleagues like to ask me, your stupid foreign language must be good.
We are all afraid of being tested in English, and we forgot to know that English is only our choice.
My mother always said that Benben would still have to go play in Beijing when he came back, and I always objected to him. He is so young and can see something clearly.
When you are young, you can wait for yourself, but no one is waiting for you.
The father in the story passed away, and when my mother came in and asked me what the ending of the story was, I told her.
The boy was wholeheartedly trying to integrate into the mainstream white society in the United States. He was in love at the time. His mother spent a long time on the phone alone in the lonely house. He found him and told He this news.
The Indians who go to the United States, I think, like most Chinese, are engaged in basic research. It is very unexpected to die.
The boy shaved his head and imagined that he was alive as an Indian. He later found a girl in the Indian circle who fell in love and got married. He thought he knew the culture and that girl also understood. Then, the girl fell in love with a white man. , Left him.
At the end of the story, the boy was watching "The Jacket" on the train, reading like his father. His mother returned to India and sang by the Ganges.
My mother and I finished telling this story. My mother said, hey, when you want to know your culture, she didn't know it, and she wanted to integrate into the white society.
But I don’t understand it that way. In fact, this story does not repeatedly emphasize the differences and conflicts between the two nations or the Eastern and Western cultures. In fact, whether you accept it or not, I believe that the world will gradually shorten the differences. There is not much difference between choosing a so-called authentic American and a Chinese-American or Indian-American with various seals. The only difference is whether he is willing to have the same world as you.
The story does not repeatedly emphasize the conflict between the first generation of immigrants and the latecomers, but instead emphasizes a certain understanding between the two generations.
Until the end of the story, the boy didn’t talk about his name with his two lovers. There were stories about various levels of understanding. Maybe he himself thought he could understand his life, but still No one was found worthy of sharing these experiences.
When I look back at the download, I still can’t remember what made me decide to download, but I like the unfolding story that unites the "name" because it is an American story and belongs to Indian culture. The unique singing and dancing have been reduced a lot, but in the scene of the marriage, the two Indian children who grew up in the United States still showed some beauty in their blood.
However, there are a few places that I think are not so important to describe. For example, when I returned to India, the boy went on a long run and the servants in the family chased him. I want to show the difference between the United States and India. I don’t think it is necessary. There must be a difference, but it doesn’t make much sense for the whole storyline. Also, because the boy saw the Seven Wonders of the World, the Taj Mahal, he decided to report that the building was a bit too fast.
In fact, I think it’s more meaningful to use a Russian author than to use the name of an Indian author. The answer to life may not be given from a narrow country-limited culture, but in the world. Great people from all countries who have existed, they may have given it together, or they are giving it together. . .
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