There is no romance, and even after the murder, he just sits tiredly in the chair where he usually eats, reads letters, and knits wool. This time, the soup bowl on the table did not put the coins that the man handed out to deliver hormones and buy and sell. She stopped rushing to make mashed potatoes and stewed meat. She didn't know when to deal with the blood stains on her clothes. This At that moment, her god wandered in the edge, which should be the place where she could relax more than the neat and dust-free cabinets, the orderly kitchen, and the folding bed the next day her son slept. Time is not enough in daily life. Whether it is housework, factory, or office, it is necessary to set points and clock in. The landscape of the city is blinded by the bus and subway map. Who really understands life and the city, lying in bed, digesting second-hand knowledge, or just mechanically sliding the screen, meditating, laughing, and being silent. It will collapse because everyone is moving bricks. What's the difference between everyone? The scissors for opening gifts can also be used to completely suffocate the body that was pressing on her and making her breathless. Now she can finally breathe regardless of the time and the occasion. Reminds me of Artemisia Gentileschi's "Judith Beheading Holofernes", the representation of women in women's works is always more rational and real, in any way than Carava The women in Qiao's works with the same theme should be more powerful, and this film does not deliberately create a good-looking plot and show a good-looking body, but only presents the already cramped but deliberately ignored survival in the picture.
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