The Four Hundred Blows hit me off guard, and at the age of twenty-seven, I was suddenly recreated as a child by a movie. If there is no such experience, we can't make such details, we grow up and the scars are still there, and we almost forgot all the comforts of our childhood when we were stripped away layer by layer. This movie takes us to experience that pain again.
We haven't enjoyed a single minute of ease, and every day is busy with surviving. Such a sense of crisis begins with the instability of the family, the strict violence of parents, and the narrowness of teachers. We wandered for the night at our classmates' homes, and saw the busy streets in the early hours of the morning. After returning home, the parents' redoubled care made us feel love and hope, and we ended up repeating the same mistakes. What I want most is to be independent and to make money on my own.
When I watched this movie, I kept thinking about what would happen to this child in the future. Fortunately, it was no accident that he was Truffaut. I think children like us can finally find their own direction with the breath accumulated since childhood. Therefore, we will never admit defeat, nor be afraid of losing, because we learn to climb up from our scars when we are ignorant. When others muster the courage to break through the comfort zone, we are constantly overthrowing our old self to find the most exciting pain points. Instead of deceiving ourselves into compromising comfort, we dare to face the true desires of our hearts. Because ease means being taken away, and restlessness has already become the trajectory of our lives.
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