This drama has been going on for a long time. It took me half a year to catch up with nearly 200 episodes in eight seasons. I don't remember many details clearly, but when I recall this fascinating American drama, such a picture comes to my mind. The weather is sunny, Wisteria Lane is peaceful, people go to work, get off work, go shopping, and the daily chores of four housewives, families, children and husbands. Most of them are dressed casually and slim, but they are beautiful, which is the most beautiful scenery on Ziteng Street.
They represent the married life of most women, a long and hopeless life submerged in chicken feathers. After vicissitudes of life, we still support each other, constantly looking for new hope in constant despair, so that everyone can grow up in the polishing of years and become elegant and calm.
Bree was the first one that reminded me. The characters are quite full. She is extremely self-disciplined, obsessive-compulsive, paranoid, stubborn, intellectual, elegant, totally self-conscious, extremely conservative in appearance and deeply longing for freedom. She loves her son and daughter, but she has been hurt by her. She has been married three times and has been in love countless times. She has paralyzed herself with alcohol in extreme despair and indulged in promiscuity. She loved all the way, but never stopped. Because, in the depths of the years, there is always a person who can see clearly all your nobleness and filth, understand your inner pain and helplessness, tolerate all your shortcomings that you can't tolerate, straighten your spine and walk hand in hand with you for the rest of your life and the future.
At first, I was bored with Bree, a housewife with a high degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder. The vase must be placed in the center of the table, and forks, spoons, clothes and even rags must be scrubbed regularly every week even if they are clean. The food she cooks needs to be appreciated. Even she saved her first husband, holding the pizza that was about to fall when they were having sex, and hearing the news of her husband Rex's death, she could put the kitchen utensils back and quietly turn them to the table.
She is a great mother, but it is precisely because of her obsessive-compulsive disorder, much like China's parents, that she always tells her children what is right and wrong. Andrew and Daniel became such assholes in the education she arranged. Just like Bree calmly wants to talk to Andrew, Andrew said: Because you have been leading us to the right path, I especially want to try the wrong path and see what it is like.
Bree's desperate words to the children are: this is because I didn't educate two children well. But she can accept Andrew's willfulness again and again, accept his homosexuality and let him get married, help her out when her daughter is unexpectedly pregnant, and support her grandson.
Andrew later reconciled with Bree, helped her stop drinking and helped her manage the company. He admits that Bree has always been and will always be a good mother in his heart.
She will tell Daniel that there are three things that a woman can settle down in her life: beauty, wisdom and scheming.
It is this self-discipline, her food is absolutely first-class, and her cooking is also a little sunshine in her hopeless life. Daniel brutally took away her grandson for many years. Bree once lost support, diverted her attention, started her own food company, and published books to make money. She was destroyed by life, but never abandoned by life.
She helped Gaby, but was misunderstood by three other people. She has never been crushed by anything in her life, but when she lost their friendship, she died like a log, like a dry stream. In those days, she drank by herself during the day, took different men home in public at night, and had to leave at three or four in the morning. She is such an inclusive soul, but she is tortured by despair and wants to pull the trigger in the hotel and end her life.
No matter where she is, she will always be a dazzling but not dazzling star. She is always considerate of the people around her, generous, elegant and tasteful. She indulged in the middle of the night, freely venting her sadness, fear and loneliness. Only during the day, she perfectly covered everything up. Yes, she longs for perfection.
Some people say that men are iron and women are water. Iron is too hard, but water is gentle. Men are just not so tenacious and fearless.
In my opinion, it is because of her high degree of self-discipline that Bree's life has achieved such an extreme life. With this kind of self-discipline, she will not lose her ability to fall in love when she loses her husband, lose her independence when she loses her family, lose her ability to move forward when she loses her self-confidence, and lose her luck to be loved when she faces a messy life. Because she can look forward, after everything, she can still go into politics with her lawyer husband, join a conservative society, and realize her value with her rigorous thinking and high sense of self-discipline.
You think all this is just luck and life, but it is actually her rebirth after a bloody, desperate and helpless life behind her. Because she never stopped.
It's beautiful, honey. Until death do us part, the love of my life. The Qian Qian world is full of wonderful things. Without your company, I lose my luster in an instant. Christmas Eve, with you. You and I are intoxicated in each other's arms. It's hard to feel your love. This treasure belongs only to you and me.