The mother took her daughter to the children's bookstore with an apple book, and wanted to read the book herself. The little girl was looking for something to say, and wanted her mother to tell her a story. Mom this, Mom that.
I didn't notice it at first. Because this bookstore has always had a very quiet atmosphere, the mother turned on the computer and played cartoons for the little girl. I remember a clerk in the store once said that he hated adults the most who took children to the bookstore and dumped them on the computer. I didn't have a direct opinion at the time, because there were a lot of adults pretending to be in bookstores.
The little girl said it many times: after reading this, I will not watch it! This is the last one! I still haven't figured out what's going on.
Then the little girl looked for books everywhere. Mom, tell me a story. Mom, look at this, mom, mom... I haven't heard my mom speak.
Squatting on the ground to pack up the books, then the little girl raised the book and asked me, as if I was a dog or some other living creature that couldn't speak, and asked: Why doesn't my mother tell me stories? After asking, he turned around and stood beside his mother, silent. I am severely blind, and I can't remember the little girl's appearance, but I remember her expression, doubts, and wondering why, but I don't have a bit of self-pity, or complaining or dissatisfaction. It's just a question.
In fact, I think this mother's education is still very good. The little girl is confused, curious and loving, and has full trust in her. Because it doesn't feel sorry for herself that the reason her mother did it is something she did wrong, or suspect that her mother doesn't love it. It is doubt, why? Why? Compared to other children who lied and stole books and threw things without reaching their goals, this little girl was indeed very likable.
And it doesn't mean to trust anyone casually. I looked at it, so she asked me, but didn't expect me to give her an answer or anything like that.
I understand it, but I have a hard time understanding a mom like that.
In the film's final footage, the director's discussion talks about the director's own mother being a writer. Requires a lot of private space. He remembered the closed door and the sound of typing inside.
It's really hard for me to explain anything to kids who are going through this.
Their mother must have loved them too. However, mother is reading her own book, so you have to leave some space for her, don't disturb her, she will come to you when she is done with her own business.
In that case, how to say.
Because I still can't understand it, how can I treat other people's feelings as contradicting my own feelings? Even if the needs of the person closest to you are inconsistent with your current needs, even a little time for reading books and telling stories can’t keep up with your knowledge reserve, social experience improvement, or mood sorting?
If so, what a lonely thing life must be. I really feel sorry for that mother. What kind of indifference is she going to go through.
So, I found the God perspective to be a really good one.
In the film, the little boy has always used the death of various other people to compare his dead mother. Look, what others lost is his own life, and I am just a mother and a dog.
And I, closing my eyes and not discussing my own troubles, squatted on the ground and looked at a human child from a dog's point of view.
So I recalled that my mother felt sorry for me when she was a child because she came home from get off work and found that I didn't have the key and couldn't get in the door. She burst into tears. It was only later that I found out that my dad and I had negotiated to tease her. . . After my work, my mother knew that my misfortune could not help me, so she cried at the thought of me in the middle of the night. Let me sigh under the darkness of reinforced concrete and no one looking around: In fact, my mother's existence is for when I forget to sympathize with myself, there are still people who cry for you in the middle of the night in the distance. Also, I don't want to let you know.
So I consider myself very lucky.
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