May 1 gave me the opportunity to get in touch with the bed for three days. I lived up to the expectations. I found some reasons to cheer myself up. Although I was born in the liberal arts, I always have no interest in ideological things, because that seems to be far away from us. When I was already indifferent and used to it, reality gave me a wake-up call. All along, any culture has a class nature, and the day before yesterday was a class society, but why is there no class distinction in our reality? So, on Mao Zedong's banner network and the Land of Nothingness, I regained the freedom that I had lost for a long time, and I suddenly felt clear-headed, or at least shocked.
Thank you to these lovely people for so much effort and exploration for our motherland, when most of us are silent; you are the backbone of China, at least you show some bloody truth.
Well, let's get down to business, everything starts from "Ip Man 2".
Do you believe that we are surrounded by hypocrisy all day? When I finished watching it, I felt a suffocating homogeneity and hypocrisy that are common in film and television art.
Mainland movies are the most adept at promoting and suppressing, and it is said that they are all masters of foreplay. Watching Jackie Chan and Jet Li's movies, especially Jackie Chan's, we are all used to the plot setting of the first surprise and then the surprise, and we will have the last laugh, but the process between them is hard ----- film and television works always This reminds us: days are hard-won, we must be grateful, remember bittersweetness, and be moved.
Our art has developed a tendency to be too humble or even a little inferior under this condition of congenital nutritional deficiencies, which makes our already restless hearts unable to hold back any longer. Although it is said that "we have all supplemented calcium collectively", our bones are still fragile. Maybe we are not getting enough sunlight, resulting in insufficient absorption of calcium? Perhaps, there are always too many dark factors in our hearts, so that we can never let the sun shine into reality?
Donnie Yen is my favorite action actor. The years have made this man more mature. Out of the understanding of the foundation of his martial arts, I always think that Donnie Yen's movies are like my "Contra" now. How can an autumn wind sweep the leaves can be described. With the confidence and passion of Western boxing, the kung fu we are proud of really made people sweat. Fortunately, we did not lose face. After the continuous efforts of all Chinese people, we finally defeated the imperialist enemy. Facts have once again proved that imperialism is a paper tiger, and the boxing of imperialism is the defeat of kung fu.
It's just that this kind of praise or affirmation is too tortuous and euphemistic, so hypocritical. For thousands of years, we have been accustomed to being gentle, courteous, thrifty, being kind to others, being accustomed to moderation, being accustomed to being gentle, being accustomed to being indifferent to the world, and being accustomed to suppressing our hearts and our desires. slumped into a personality malaise.
Of course, nothing is absolute. I don’t want to criticize Confucianism again, and I don’t intend to overly beautify the essence of Confucianism. I just express the emotion of a small intellectual—we are moving away from everything that is correct, such as Mao Zedong Thought, such as the essence of Confucianism. The pile of treasures can't be used freely, just like Duan Yu's difficulty in using the Six Meridians Excalibur to do his own way.
We are a little too euphemistic, too depressed, too wronged, too tangled. Once, these words grew up with us young people and occupied a considerable place in our discourse system. The mouth is the door to the heart, and we expose our fragile inner world unconsciously.
This is especially typical in art such as film. In the grievances of watching "Ip Man 2", I thought of Genghis Khan's iron cavalry that made the Western world desperate, of Alexander the Great, who was shrouded in horse leather at the age of 32, and of Gaius Julius Caesar and Octavian , under their dazzling miracles, it seems to be more able to satisfy my little people's psychological lust. The question is, how much of an overwhelming self-confidence has emerged in our art, like Americans daring to put themselves in the role of guardians of the planet, and have we ever had? What we have is just humility, just arduous victory and joy, even if we win, we are ripped off by reality. This may be to remind us how fierce reality is.
Yu Hua once commented on Chinese contemporary literature, "On the surface, Chinese contemporary literature, which is prosperous and prosperous, has suffered from five extremely serious diseases that are hard to return from habits: first, there is only "little cleverness" but no "great wisdom"; second, There is only flooding lyricism without cold truth; thirdly, there is only bloody violence without love and compassion; fourthly, there is only "alive" of the body without the pursuit of the soul; The world beyond the hope of eternal life. These five diseases can be described as interlocking and interacting, and each has its own typical representative. Many writers suffer from several diseases at the same time, and it is even more difficult to cure them. These diseases make contemporary Chinese literature difficult to cure. Its achievements are far lower than that of modern literature, and its prospects are quite bleak. "
Similarly, this phenomenon also exists in our film and television art, so that some of us people really don't understand what the truth of life is. Maybe we lack the ability to distinguish and get lost. in the torrent of the information age. I'm really wondering: why can't there be a bit of overwhelming confidence in our art and a cookie-cutter pile of inspirational affirmations and hypocrisy. Our art is not to be appreciated, but to be felt.
If you're a bitch, I don't think there's a need for a torii because that's considered unnecessary. If it is for hypocrisy and artificiality, I don't think it is necessary, because it is superfluous. Our cultural life is no longer barren and can only be re-educated by formatted preaching and stereotypes.
Maybe we are not bold enough, maybe we can take more responsibilities and obligations, but we need to keep a low profile, we need economic construction, and we need to remain unwavering for 100 years. So we diplomats were treated like a Houston car-plate thief being rudely treated, and we protested our dissatisfaction, but that's about it.
As a human being, please raise your proud head; as an art, please also raise your noble head. We need the truth, we are grass people but not foolish people.
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