It's not a movie review, I just want to write it down and remember something.
Freshman year, I took a film appreciation class on Saturday morning from 8:20 am to 11:30 am. On one side of the classroom on the sixth floor, there is a sunny corridor and on the other side is a dark corridor. There is a teacher with a youthful temperament but a little middle-aged and fat. The management was in awe and kept lying on the table, writing calculus homework. The teacher showed a lot of films. Most of them were silent films. Unfortunately, I didn’t watch them well. What kind of movies are you playing? Why don't you show some good movies for Marvel? Can't find the resources for the recent movies? It's too outdated, just like listening to new songs as always, and not liking old records and movies. It depends on the "good picture quality" of the past few years. I don't understand anything. I laugh at everything. I like everything. I hate everything. I don't know calculus problems. I can't control it at all, so I abandon it, I'm afraid of every math class I'm going to take, economics class, management class, I'm afraid that the teacher will stand on the podium and talk about how the company's operating capital is accumulated. I really don't need a reason to see the new book and think about it. Shred and leave nothing
The world of freshman year is very simple. I don’t understand anything, but I’m still happy. I’m trying my best to lose weight and do my homework. I’m afraid to die, but I don’t have any values in my own world. I finish my homework and stay up late to watch football. What to eat is a simple cycle. Although I am afraid of many things, I have never had any understanding of the concept of time. It's good to be happy. It's good to be alive. At that time, I knew that by doing something, I could resist my negativity.
What's different now? I'm starting to feel the world again. The songs I listen to and the movies I watch are different. I like it, but there is a stronger feeling that I need these songs, movies, and books. I'm going through this time together rediscovering myself redefining myself redefining the world making new connections
It's just that I miss my freshman self and I don't know anything about tangled calculus Living in a completely individualistic world, maybe that's the best time
I just suddenly remembered the teacher who gave us the male and female thieves in the freshman year. Facing the eyes of the freshmen below, what did he want to say? He showed us this movie and wanted to convey to us. what
It's on the road
On the way you look at the abyss and the abyss is looking back at you two words never forget freedom and rebellion envy Bonnie and Clyde in the movie loneliness against the world extreme individualism happiness elusive freedom
And I'll go all the way.
I forgot the origin of the painting I just saw how beautiful it was born and put it in the left atrium I stared at the person in the painting every day with bright eyes I knew it but couldn't recall it until I questioned its existence I felt Turn on all my lights in desperation Just piecing together life in pieces Till I meet you again You are Jack Kerouac's child You are freedom and wildfire You are lonely and alive You are the unseen Asphalt road at the end You are my soul My soul screams in my chest day by day I suppressed it for twenty years and it's finally breaking out I'm rejoicing and hesitating Existentialism is a lie when you don't try to think that you live Happier than anyone else But from the beginning, you lived in the blood of Xinxiang, tearing and licking that road. How good is that road? Thousands of words are not as good as this one word. I am pulling a cart of ghosts. There are more people I know. It's an unfamiliar existence. What a nice road. The wind blows, but it's not cold. On the left is the desert. On the right is the ocean. We passed the crossbar that Bonnie and Clyde relied on. Who are these provocations and sacrifices to give to God? If he doesn't despise me, I'm willing to strip naked like a fish and walk to the end of God's table. What is the end of the time? My god I'm living like a wild beast I hate to fall in love This world is supposed to be without love And all of us have fish lying on the beach and fish in the ocean And just whimper together I tell you happiness is when I lie The fat on my butt was hurt by the sand and I realised I was too fat so I got up and grabbed a kitchen knife and I jumped into the sea But my blood is blue and you don't have to I cried for the beat generation on the road
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