The History of the Fall of Women in the Republic of China: A Movie Without Regret - "The Big Red Lantern Hangs High"

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Beauty is not guilty, and glorifies her guilt.

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Through the tide of history, it was an era of old and shiny new glory. In the torrent, everyone seems so small, like a drop in the ocean. And women, in the old society's status is also small, not to mention, especially the women in the compound, perhaps becoming a woman in the compound is also a better home.

The women in the compound are poor people, but they always think that they have seized freedom, and "freedom" is nothing more than the teasing of the owner of the compound.

In the afternoon, the sunset stained the sky red and purple, and among the big red lanterns, Song Lian came to the compound alone. Instead of taking a carriage, he walked, step by step into the courtyard of this deep house, becoming a caged bird and bird. She is no longer songlian, a schoolgirl, but Songlian, the fourth wife of the Chen family.

Song Lian carried the box to the compound, and the room was covered with red lanterns. It was dark, and she was sitting in the hall, and the lady-in-law asked her to wash her feet, but she had no expression on her face.

In the evening, the copper hammer of the hammer foot clanged, the crisp hammer foot sounded pleasant, and Song Lian closed her feet uncomfortably.

The sound of hammering feet was particularly harsh in the quiet courtyard, and someone in the courtyard whispered a sigh or gritted her teeth, but Song Lian was still expressionless, and this night, she would completely become a caged golden sparrow, and there would be no freedom to speak of.

The light of this red lantern spread out in the dim room, and the ambiguous red light illuminated the house. Old Master Chen sat down in a chair and said to himself, "The hammer foot is comfortable, right?" The feet are comfortable, everything is smooth, and naturally it is more able to serve men. ”

Song Lian seemed to be listening to it, as if she was wandering in the sky, she didn't care anymore, since then, Song Lian was still there, but there was no longer a young girl Song Lian.

As the saying goes, four women are a play, placed in the old man is a pastime play, placed in the courtyard of the woman is a lifelong drama, joy and sorrow are not by them.

It was time to eat, but Song Lian didn't want to eat meat. They can eat meat or not, what dishes they eat, and when they eat them.

In the compound, only the lady who lit the lamp could order food, and Song Lian ordered spinach tofu, which was her only comfort.

It was night again, and the wives were greeted and stood at their door. They stood like commodities, probing at the old man, their eyes full of hope, looking forward to the red lantern lighting in front of them.

Looking forward to it, the crisp sound of hammering feet drifted melodiously in his own courtyard into the distance.

This time it was the three courtyards that lit up.

Song Lian returned to the hospital, Aunt Cao held a copper hammer, and knocked it again and again, with just the right strength, song Lian was intoxicated with her feet entangled and listened to the urgent and crisp sound of the hammer foot.

She was intoxicated, drunk in that shred of power, immersed in the long stream of desire. Although it was only a slight bit of leniency from the owner of the compound, it was enough for them to fight for that favor.

In the slightest bit of power, a new woman sinks, which is not only the test of the times for them, but also the struggle of the heart.

Some people insist, and some people unconsciously become their appendages.

I'm afraid that to the owner of the compound, the woman is just a piece of clothing.

The third lady invited Song Lian to play mahjong in the courtyard, but although she did not want to, she still went.

Spring and autumn come, year after year, the girl's years are faltering here, who ever thought that she could have been the female eagle of the republic, a stunning woman with a full belly, but in the end she was buried here.

During the endless long and boring years, Song Lian's only thought was a flute, a relic of her father at that time.

She always held it to watch, staring obsessively, and her mind was not only drifting in any direction, but there was always a flute outside the courtyard.

Like mourning and obsessiveness, she listened intently, but there was always a little sadness on her face.

After all, it is impossible, the Yiren sighed.

Day after day, year after year, in the years of obsessing over the past, the flute of the Lotus was gone. Her thoughts, gone!

She angrily searched the house of the close-knit Goose, and since she arrived in the courtyard, the goose had not dealt with Song Lian. Although she is a yahuan, she hooks up with the old master and dreams of becoming the "fourth wife", but her dream is broken by Song Lian. But even without Song Lian, the "Fourth Lady" would not be her.

However, when I found a house of geese, I found a room of red lights, and the red light flickered strangely, and it was both grief and anger. Placed in them, the red lantern is like a fire burning in the heart, it is the flame of desire, burning freely.

"Do you know the rules of the house, this is what you can order?" Song Lian turned around, but never saw the figure of the bamboo flute, but turned over a doll.

The doll was covered with silver needles, and two large words were written on it, "Ode to the Lotus." This was the most vicious curse, and Song Lian was out of breath for a while, but when she thought about it, she knew that it was not the goose who did it, because she could not read or write at all.

The black hand behind this doll is the second wife, and the bamboo flute placed on it is taken by the old man. He said lightly, I thought it was given to you by a male student, and I burned it. Yes, burned, entered this compound and even this only thing she had in mind no longer belonged to her, and turned into dust and disappeared, just like the good times she had had.

After this incident, Song Lian became pregnant, the courtyard lit a long lamp, the sound of the brass hammer did not stop in the courtyard, and she finally got her wish.

But when Yan'er washed, she found a trace of blood on the white pants, and she counted her heart. Later, a touch of blood on the white pants became a flaw in her fake pregnancy. When the old man learned of this, he was furious and removed the long lamp in the Songlian Courtyard, and the lamp that flashed red light shrouded the black veil.

Day and night of suffering, the fake pregnancy was exposed, the lights went out, and she completely became a person in the hospital.

She was completely dead-hearted, like the big lady who had been silent. She stood upstairs, shoulder to shoulder with the third wife, and she exclaimed: "The third sister sings really well" but her eyes do not know where to look.

Everyone is calculating, you count me, I calculate you, what does it mean to calculate?

The people in the compound are not people or ghosts, everyone is ghosts, and they have no home, they can be people or dogs or animal husbands.

On Song Lian's twentieth birthday, she asked the old servant to buy wine, but the old servant who bought the wine back wanted to stop talking. She knew that The Goose was dead, and she had been chanting the name of Song Lian before she died.

In the drunkenness, Song Lian roared with anger and said the things that the Third Lady and Dr. Gao were entangled with.

The old man was furious and carried the third lady into the house of the dead, how could a canary come out of the wall?

No matter who you are, you will eventually become the same person.

The third wife died, and Song Lian was driven crazy.

The big red lantern was hung high, spring went to autumn and winter, the fifth wife was carried in, the ghost qi in this courtyard could not be dissipated, the feudal etiquette could not go, and there were still tens of millions of them.

It was just poor people, a lifetime of glitz, but ended up with a sigh, no one remembered them, they had a common name - "old women".

That is, it is pitiful and hateful, but what is hateful is the old times, the rules and regulations of feudal etiquette, the oppression of them by society, and their "own".

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