Hua spent her whole life for her two children, but the children eventually left her. It can be said that flowers are all rain and snow in their whole life, but only twelve years of rain and snow belong to flowers. In this day and age, is it too much to sing about this kind of motherly love?
PS: It's not that you don't love your children.
It seems that I have really changed. Before I put it away, I must have been moved to a mess. There is no right to say that the flower's approach is wrong, and there is no right to say that the rain's approach is a white-eyed wolf, they just choose the path they think is right.
I simply feel that the world has too many responsibilities for women, and women have so little to gain.
The introduction to the movie said it was a growth topic, so I don't think this label is appropriate. I think it's just that I have grown up, but I haven't grown up.
I think everyone will feel that this is talking about a "great" maternal love after reading it.
Have you seen your child grow? I did not see it. Some people say, yes, both children have found their own life and their own path. I ask, is this growth?
I never regard this as growth. What I think of growth is that children can finally realize their parents' hard work and observe their parents' aging? How many people will end up lamenting: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to be raised but the parent doesn't wait."
I was 17 years old and my father passed away. Just a few days before my father left, I suddenly became very uneasy, I seemed to sense something, and I suddenly missed my father (I was at school). At that time, I told myself that from now on, I must be filial to my father, and I must no longer lose my temper at him. It's really ironic, God made such a joke, and a few days later, I was told that my father was in the hospital, and I never heard a word from him again. After that year, I feel like I have suddenly changed. Every year after that, when I go home from vacation, I find that my elders are getting older, but their children still don't know anything about it. They never noticed that their parents had more wrinkles, and their temples turned from black to white. I feel very sad every time.
Has anyone thought about what else to do with the flowers after this, and what else to do? The movie didn't go on.
Well, there's also the rain, returning to the forest to protect the mountains? Well, forget it...I don't want to talk about it.
I don't even know what to write. I'll go back and write it later, maybe I still can't think very well now. I'd better read more books.
2018.03.01: Deleted the starting space of the paragraph, obsessive-compulsive disorder, can't bear it.
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