Tears can flow from the windows of the soul, from the depths of the eyes, probably because the heart is really touched by instinct. In a sense, the hometown also has such an instinct for everyone - we have no right to choose our hometown, we don't have the right to choose where to grow up, and the hometown becomes a natural part of ourselves like our own flesh and blood.
But no matter where you grow up, I think everyone is the same: you will inevitably encounter a life like Marjane, going to a foreign land, falling out of love, sleeping on the street, giving up on yourself, getting divorced, being true to yourself, and pursuing freedom. Fortunately, Marjane always has a grandmother who puts jasmine in her bra, and tells Marjane to be true to herself and to be free in her life. Fortunately, this movie came to my life tonight and let me know warmly: When I used to go to a foreign land to give up myself like Marjane, a movie like this was waiting for me here and told me like a grandmother who put jasmine in her bra: be true to yourself and be free.
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