On the plane a few days ago, I took advantage of the long nine-hour flight and watched a movie: My name is Doris.
The heroine is old, unmarried, and average-looking. She has been living with her elderly mother. When her mother died, she was 60 herself. It is conceivable that a single woman who can be called a "mother-in-law" will accumulate many habits that are eccentric to others in the years of caring for her old mother - just like her house has accumulated countless memories and sundries.
She is reluctant to throw away the old clutter and move, so she has to take the ferry to work every day. On the way to work, she still picks up the waste from the garbage station and carries it back to the office like a treasure in her arms.
Yes, she is a lonely "monster" in everyone's eyes. To use the now prevailing vicious words are "super-aged leftover girls" and "loser of losers".
Until a little handsome guy came to his unit and evoked her long-lost impulse to love - being close to each other in the elevator and smelling the moist breath - not without temptation.
Under the urging of a teenage high school girl, she registered fake information on social networks and added him as a friend, went to a music festival for his fancy clothes, and held her in the noisy atmosphere. Even the two of them had a face-to-face ceremony—the general rubbed the corner of his mouth, ambiguous?
Isn't that what every girl with a crush does? For a person's soul, thinking about it, collecting all the bits and pieces about him, just to package himself into a shape that meets the expectations of the other party. So in front of him, the tongue was knotted and the words were incoherent, and when I looked back, I felt that the smoke was stupid at that time.
In fact, this is very good and very natural. When facing beautiful things, people will have that throbbing that is difficult to calm down - but unfortunately, this is facing a "male god", and she is a worldly sense. "Mother".
Although the ending is a little sad, the portrayal of women's psychology is very good. Love, regardless of age - growing up in a relationship is good. Because of his appearance and this turbulence, she walked out of the dusty old house and tried other possibilities in her life.
It is a kind of confidence to be able to like someone without following the routine, without thinking about the possibility, and without thinking about the result. In any kind of relationship, there must be a bit of chivalry: if you get it, don't show it off; if you don't get it, you don't regret it. To love and express generously, whether you accept it or not will not hinder my cognition and pursuit of beauty.
May everyone in the world, whether aunt or loli, uncle or Zhengtai, retain the same throbbing in the face of beauty - regardless of the wind and moon.
(The heroine is Sally Field, who plays "Forrest Gump"'s mother, which makes people slightly playful~)
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