Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of li wide, stretching their necks toward America. On her journey she cooed to the swan: "In America I will have a daughter just like me. But over there nobody will say her worth is measured by the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there nobody will look down on her, because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow! She will know my meaning, because I will give her this swan—a creature that became more than what was hoped for."
But when she arrived in the new country, the immigration officials pulled her swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.
Now the woman was old. And she had a daughter who grew up speaking only English and swallowing more Coca-Cola than sorrow. For a long time now the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her, "This feather may look worthless, but it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions." And she waited, year after year, for the day she could tell her daughter this in perfect American English.
The Joy Luck Club.
About it, that's a remnant of memories from a long, long time ago. I never knew that the film had such a beautiful and light beginning - it was a feather, from a distant country, carrying my beautiful expectations.
The Joy Luck Club, the name is festive. The Chinese always hope that everything is good, good luck, good color, good words, and good luck. Like this, their sorrows and pains can disappear like shadows under the sun, and all that is left are heavy joy and happiness. good luck.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. No matter what she did, she always had too many sayings and rules. She told us what was good and bad, what girls should do, what boys should do, and you just keep silent. s right.
Now that I'm grown up, my grandma is old, and I can't talk anymore, and this magic weapon has come to my mother without knowing it - as long as I'm at home, she sees what I'm doing, or tells her What I am going to do, she will definitely be able to relate this matter to me again and tell me one, two or three. For example, I made a loud noise when I was eating, and my family would be very poor after you made a loud noise; for example, when I said some negative words, my mother would say that you wouldn’t say something nice; Ear piercing, and then she said no, you big girl, how many times do you want to pierce when you get married. And although I said I hated it, in the end I didn't do it right.
However, I don't know how much they have to suffer to get these experiences that I sneer at. We haven't experienced those things, so what comes out of their mouths always makes me suspicious. They always tell me the conclusion directly and ignore the plot. Although direct, it is not convincing.
And now that I think about it, this is probably a kind of forbearance.
The Joy Luck Club contains this layer of forbearance. As Jun's monologue in the film says: My mother called the Joy Luck Club so she could get together with her friends from church. They put their old sorrows behind them, laugh and scold, win or lose, and brag about their successes. They hope for luck, and hope is the only joy they have left.
My mother said that my grandmother didn't expect anything from her. With a big sister and a big brother above her, and a little brother below her, she has become the most underappreciated air bag. So my mother vowed very early on that she must give her children the most care, and quietly put on me the expectations that she could not fulfill. My mother always wanted me to be well, and wanted to get rid of all the similar sufferings she had experienced around me, so that I would not repeat the same mistakes. So she told me a lot of truths and allusions, read a lot of sentences and articles, and wanted me to be reasonable and understand life.
But I'm still the way I am now.
Sometimes I get mad at her on purpose, mostly not because I'm unhappy, but because I'm embarrassed. I was embarrassed to face her expectations, so I chose to escape.
The four pairs of mother and daughter in the film grew up in different lands and received different cultures. However, in the face of emotional entanglement, the same goal. They looked at each other minutely, trembling.
The mother is afraid that her daughter will go back to her old way and search all day long on the road of marriage to no avail. So they got up and stood still, their eyes focused and their expressions serious. They capture power from the darkness and pass it on to their daughters, guiding them in new directions.
Finally, their hopes came to fruition, and they could finally say to their daughters in standard American English, "This feather is worthless, but it comes from a far-off country and carries all my expectations."
Mothers all over the world are the same. At this point, I finally understand that it turns out that the beauty and sadness, longing and helplessness lingering in distant memories are just for this little bit of expectation in the future.
Even though it came very late, I still hope that my dream will come true.
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