This is a movie I love. When I saw the staircase leading to heaven at the end stretched out under the blue sky, like you, I cried with snot and tears, and almost used myself as a sprinkler. . Yes, we will all marvel at Matsuko's dedication to love; we will all be amazed at her courageous struggle in life; we will all shout "No, Matsuko's life is not trivial". However, girls, please let us dry our tears and close the computer to calm down our excitement. Please let us use our normal brains to think about what such a movie has told us. I take it as a cautionary tale of emotional happiness for women. It's not that I disapprove of wanting to love Matsuko as thoroughly and completely as "he is my happiness" (we'll call her feelings for all her men "love" for now). It's just that such a plot is called art in the movie, and if it happens in real life, it can only be called sadness. I believe that many women will define their happiness in another man. It doesn't matter if you are beaten, scolded or taken care of, as long as you are not alone. Live only for him, live only for him, if he is a hooligan, you will be a hooligan woman, and if he is a hooligan, you will be a hooligan girl. However, dear girls, have you ever thought that the reason why you are loved is because there is still a fresh and real you in this world, if you even abandon yourself because you love him too much, he How should I feel your existence, how should I love you well? Then, want to say "What is love?" Is that "as long as you're not alone" thinking really love? I've always felt that Matsuko's love-hungry symptoms are too severe, which may be cruel to say, but I have to admit that while watching the movie, I was indeed intimidated by her excessive desire for company. Yes, we all need company. A lonely individual cannot withstand the cold. However, we need to understand that not every companionship is right for us. Finding the one that can warm us the most is love and the ultimate harbor. The blind and thoughtless search for companionship because of fear of being alone before is actually a trick we deceive ourselves. That small stove belongs to you. If you force it, you will only burn yourself. In the end, what those asshole men taught us: Please, be kind, be patient, be yourself.
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