From Tintin's "The Mysterious Meteorite" to every movie after that, I tried my best to buy and watch everything that could be bought within the economic scope, but my childhood dream will be put into my pocket after all, just pretend that nothing happened and learn from the past. Big, imitating mature, isn't this the price each of us pays for this?
When Lao Pi put Tintin on the movie screen, I felt that Tintin was alive again, with Bai Xue and Haddock who seemed to jump out of the screen and pull us together to find the legendary ship. Isn't that what we were in the pocket? A long-forgotten dream.
Are we afraid to face our dreams? Facing the climax of the screen, we sent applause, but kept nitpicking, why did Laopi offend you? No, it's not Laopi's fault, and it's not Hergé's fault, it's Tintin's resolute pain. Our slap, in the face of Haddock, is not what we are now?
Cowardly, timid, because of the failure of reality, turning all the pain into the victory of alcohol, to lust for our dreams, this is us!
Haddock can get back on his feet and fight like a man, yours?
Stop nitpicking about Tintin, because we have no dreams in our hearts.
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