"Maybe some people think I can't sing, but no one can say I don't sing", my tears began to fall desperately.
When a sincere and courageous pursuit of what you love, even if it is a joke, it is like two passers-by telling Aunt May to ignore the comments in the newspaper. Is the truth that the reporter kept saying to be the truth? The money bribes he refuses are to satisfy vanity and subjective anger.
Without the aura of the protagonist, her husband who experienced illness and physical derailment, Aunt Mei played the piano, deeply felt her fear and self-knowledge. She is weak, timid but brave. All the routines of her friends and the dreams weaved with Uncle Hugh happened under her nose. If you ask the soldiers in Carnegie Hall who couldn't stop laughing, why did they clap so hard at the end? Maybe it's the screenwriter's nonsensical arrangement? But at this time, isn't she just like the Valkyrie played by Aunt Mei at the beginning of the film, what is the difference between her and the soldiers who face the hail of bullets on the battlefield with firm belief?
Perhaps complain about the screenwriter or complain about the actor. But I laughed and cried. This is enough.
"Maybe some people think I can't sing, but no one can say I didn't sing" - anyway, I proved in my way that I lived. Chicken soup? As a woman, I drink!
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