God, I actually watched this movie six years ago today...I remember that it was in the afternoon and the attendance was not high. Every time Robin comes out, I can't hold back the tears. The little boy who was a seat away from me, after looking at me a few times, started handing me tissues. The boys in the front row or the back row simply stuffed me a whole pack of tissues. Uncontrollable sadness and sadness. I can't bear to see Teddy on the screen who is always optimistic and has been inspiring everyone with impassioned enthusiasm. Reluctant to let the freedom-loving and deviant person from the Dead Poets Society lead the students to climb up the desk and recite O Captain aloud! My Captain's Keating teacher. About two weeks ago, I forgot what topic I was talking about with my students about these two movies. Thinking of Robin himself, I couldn't help but choked up again. Today, I saw QQ's push from that year and today, once again aroused my sadness. But considering that Robin himself should be in a happy state now, that's fine. Compared with the shock and ignorance back then, in the past few years, I can already understand. it does not matter. If you have time to revisit the Dead Poets Society, the memory of that year has almost disappeared. But I've gradually stopped watching videos over the past few years, and I'm a little distressed.
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