Watching this movie is like drinking boiled water, but after watching it, I realize that this is not white water, but afternoon tea that needs to be tasted slowly and has a faint aroma.
Four women of different ages make up this play, and one woman is a meandering river, a river with no end in sight, a fantasy, rebellion, galloping, and then slowly accumulated and settled over time. A silent river into the sea.
Maybe the appearance of the lovelorn writer has become the family's afternoon encounter, and the calm life is still dull, but it makes everyone's heart turn over a wave of ripples.
The killer of life is the estrangement between members. Who understands the little sister's precocious puberty, who understands the psychological barriers behind the sister's rebellion, who understands what the middle-aged mother has endured for life, and who understands the loneliness of that strange grandma. .
A woman is a river, a river of tolerance, a river of helplessness, tolerance of her husband's affair, understanding of child's rebellion, enduring the torture of illness, giving up untimely true love, this is what the heroine does, the life of a forty-year-old woman everything of. She still leads a dog in the afternoon, walks on the tree-lined path, greets passers-by, faces the sun, and lives for the family.
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