Movie - Autumn Sonata 1

This is a movie about love, mother and daughter, wife and husband, there is no birth or death, just the grief of love, or warmth.

Eva and her husband lived in a priest's apartment in the countryside, and they worked together in the church. Eva used to be a writer and journalist, and she wrote in her book that people have to learn how to live, and I practice every day, and the biggest obstacle is that I don't know who I am, I grope in the dark, and if someone can love me as I really am, maybe I can understand my true self.

Eva's mother, Charlotte, was a successful, beautiful and elegant pianist. They haven't seen each other in seven years. When Eva learned of the death of her mother's second husband, Leonardo, she immediately wrote a letter inviting her mother to come and live with her. After receiving the letter, Charlotte gladly accepted that one autumn morning the car was winding along the path by the river, all the way to the bright flowers, the clear river, and the car drove into Eva's courtyard, full of golden fallen leaves. Eva saw her mother through the window, and she sped downstairs to greet her excitedly. Charlotte's two large chests were large and heavy, and Eva carried the boxes upstairs with her mother. The room was modernly furnished and had a great view, and the topic of mother and daughter revolved around Charlotte, Charlotte chattering, Eva listening, echoing. Then Eva said, "One thing I have to tell you, Helena is here." Helena was here, much to Charlotte's irritation. Helena, Charlotte's second daughter, is highly paralyzed and has been living in a nursing home. Charlotte was dissatisfied, but decided to see her daughter, who, like an actress preparing to appear, nervously walked into Helena's room. Helena struggled to speak to her mother, who was happy with her arrival. "Mother is very good." Helena said later, and Charlotte listened and bowed her head. She took off the watch in her hand and put it on Helena's hand. She said it was given to her by one of her suitors.

Charlotte walked around the room restlessly. She was smoking a cigarette, ninja tears, and she was lying there, a pair of big eyes staring straight at me. I held her face in my hand, and I could feel her condition, the muscles in her neck twitching. Charlotte thought about the way she had just seen Helena. Damn, she was irritably trying to stop thinking back. Why can't I hold her and soothe him, like she did when she was a child. She said again. She lit her cigarette nervously, and her battered, weak body was my Lena. Charlotte suspected Eva's motives for inviting her over, and decided to stay a few days and leave for Africa as planned. She decided to go downstairs to dinner and wear that red dress to vent her anger. She was ready to take a bath, and Victor was a good man, and Eva was blessed. Charlotte kept talking to herself. This sprinkler must be out of water. She said, and then was poured a body of water.

Eva set up dinner downstairs, and Victor sat at the table folding napkins. She guessed that her mother must have gone downstairs after dressing herself up. Seven years on, what was she counting on. What am I expecting? Victor next to him said that for an adult to be able to cope with his dreams and expectations, he has to stop having longing. He said to Eva: I have a longing for you. It's beautiful. Eva said.

Words are always illusory. I grew up listening to beautiful words. Mom never got angry, sad, disappointed. She would only say she felt pain. You will also use such language. I'm sitting here, and you say you long for me. This made me suspicious. Victor smiled, he could not teach his wife to believe that he loved her wholeheartedly. Eva then went on to nag about her mother. After a while of eating, she will definitely dress up carefully, and wait and see. After all, she was mourning. Vic smiled indifferently as he read the newspaper.

After lunch, Charlotte received a call from Paul. A concert, Charlotte wanted to refuse, high appearance fees, elegant performance venue, so that she was overjoyed.

Then three people sat in the living room. Charlotte flipping through the sheet music at the piano, are you playing Chopin's prelude? Give me a bullet. Eva shyly refused. Victor smoked a pipe, on the couch, looking at the mother and daughter, with a rare warmth, he encouraged his wife to play.

Eva played Chopin's prelude. The camera stopped on Charlotte's face, and she listened intently, her expression full of feeling, even pride. She looked at Eva, at her beloved daughter. My dear little Eva! After the playing, she said. Eva said, do you like it? Charlotte said, I like you. Eva said, I don't understand. She didn't get her mother's praise, too, no criticism. Eva insisted that her mother was dissatisfied with the way she played, and asked her to point out the shortcomings of her playing. Charlotte walked over to the piano. She didn't talk too much about the technique of playing. Chopin was emotional, not sentimental. This piece expresses repressed emotions, and the heart should be calm, thorough and solemn when playing. Chopin was miserable, but he didn't show it. Charlotte demonstrated the playing, the pain, the brief release, the same pain, no more and no less. You have to experience Chopin's pride, vitriol, impulsiveness, torment, extraordinary manhood, and this piece must be played in an almost awkward way. Charlotte plays the song, her daughter looks at her, and Eva adores her mother again, as she did when she was a child.