The beautiful grandma put on eyeshadow, put on lipstick, put on earrings, dressed up and sat in front of the mirror, surrounded by delicious Italian desserts.
She married someone she didn't love, she made a wrong choice, she lived in the wrong life, so she didn't laugh much, she was not happy at all, she lived in pain every day. When she looked at the photo of her beloved person, she smiled; when her two grandsons said their sincere words, made decisions for themselves, made choices for themselves, and pursued the life that she really wanted to live, she laughed. Smiled; she smiled as she sat in front of the mirror feasting on the delicious cake like arsenic.
That may be one of the few smiles from her heart, perhaps only at those times did she truly feel happiness, not for life but for the happiness of living for herself.
I cried when I saw the table full of desserts, because I realized that my grandma wanted to get real relief, to break free of those constraints and make myself happy to be who I am. I should have been happy for her, but I couldn't help crying, because I knew she was leaving soon. How can a diabetic eat that whole table of high-sugar desserts? !
Sure enough, she fell on the bed the next day and could no longer get away from her beautiful eyes. The blue satin pajamas were still full of colorful cake crumbs.
At the beginning of the movie, she wore a wedding dress and put the gun on her chest-she couldn't do it, she loved the man in front of her, but she had to marry his brother.
Maybe she who committed suicide for love would be happier then.
However, he stopped her, led her through the alley paved with stone and brick, and watched her marry his brother.
She still committed suicide. It was ridiculous to think about it, but she might have made the first decision in her life that she made for herself, and she made the first decision in her life that made herself truly happy. Regardless of her condition, ignoring the obstruction of the doctor and maid, she loves those sweets, she just wants to eat enough at a time, even if she knows that these beautiful little guys are fatal arsenic to her.
So sad, I was crying while writing these words.
What is the meaning of life? Is it rich? Is success? Watching your children get married and start a career? I think neither. Grandma lives in a mansion with children, daughters, and grandsons with her, but she is not happy at all. She failed to marry someone she loved to the last second of her life, and she was kept from eating sweets that she loved. Does this kind of life really make sense? Perhaps for grandma, the happiest moment in her old age was the moment when the tip of her tongue was filled with butterscotch powder-the taste buds danced, brought her back to the memory, and sent her to heaven where he was there.
She hopes everything will be over again.
Her funeral brought the cracked family back together again, and the tense father and son looked at each other tenderly again, lifting her coffin through the alley where she had walked in a wedding dress.
At the end of the movie, everything seems to be over, but it feels like everything has just begun. The funeral with a sad atmosphere has become a warm ball, probably this is the spirit of the Italians. Everything is so casual. They know how to enjoy life as if everyone can be an artist. Their passion is like fire, like the sun in the Mediterranean.
If I can only travel to one place in my life, I will definitely go to Italy, which has always been the case since I was young. I like this country full of art, architecture, food, costumes, opera, and even their language is so fascinating.
Although the strange things of Europeans can ruin the three views, they have taught me too many things, too many things that my hometown can't teach me.
I don't have any great ideals. I just want to be a happy person, the simplest but most difficult thing.
There is no if in this cruel world, and grandma's life cannot be repeated. The tragedy of her life ends hastily at the sweet end. Grandma tells the world with actions, if you can't be yourself, if you can't tell the true feelings in your heart, if you can't be with your beloved, if you can't eat your favorite food. . . It would be better to point the muzzle to the chest and let the bullet take away the broken heart, stop the maddening pain, quietly wipe away the tears and let everything have meaning again.
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