It was the first time I saw an Arabic film, which was the first domestic film in Saudi Arabia. In today's 21st century, Saudi Arabia's restraint on women is even more serious than that in China's feudal era, which is eye-catching. Waganda is uninhibited to social constraints, and the pursuit and desire for freedom runs throughout. The innocence of the young man and the love of the store owner form a strong contrast with the larger environment. In order to get a bicycle, Waganda was "drinked tea" to make a bracelet, and made unremitting efforts to win the "Koran" competition, but was voluntarily donated because he honestly stated the purpose of the prize money. It's embarrassing that all efforts have been in vain. The mother, who was abandoned by her husband because she could not bear children, took out the money for the red dress to buy the bicycle that her daughter was longing for. The gifts owed by religion and patriarchal society to this girl were finally made up for by her mother, who was also abandoned by patriarchal society. Mother and daughter hug each other tightly, and fireworks bloom in the sky. Lost and found is always emotional. Waganda riding a bicycle is like a bird out of a cage and rushing into the distance in joyful music... The embarrassing thing is that the female director can only direct the filming with binoculars and amplifiers in the back of the car due to customary reasons. Recalling that I just learned to bike in my childhood, I moved in a hurry before I had time to wander in the fields. The memory of the field comes to an end with the busy study and the sinking of the hometown. Childhood and neighborhoods by the fields are always unforgettable... Freedom is sacred. Life is precious, love is higher. For freedom's sake, both can be thrown away.
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