When a person is going well, you feel that everyone in the world is very friendly to you; when you are down, it seems that the sky is clear in other places, and only your head is in the heavy rain. The wind and rain are ruthless, and people are even more ruthless. In the past, relatives and friends saw you one by one as if they were seeing the god of plague, and they could not avoid it, lest it harm themselves. Now they haven't abandoned you, because they can bear the current situation, not to the point of hurting the liver, spleen, and life.
The movie "High Noon" is just such a work. After watching it, I feel sad and sigh, and after watching it, I have more respect for the ubiquitous dialectics. The sheriff gets married, and the whole town celebrates and congratulates him on marrying the beautiful and beautiful fairy, but on the wedding day, the gangster who was captured in the past came out of the prison to plan revenge, the sheriff retired, and he could have walked away. The villagers were afraid of causing trouble, and the chickens and dogs were also so sincere and sincere, and Chunchun induced them, but the sheriff did not drive away in a carriage, but rather weakly fought one against four, and finally killed all four of them one by one. When it comes to this, some people must say that this is too simple, what is it for one person to fight four, Ye Wen can defeat a hundred, Qiao Feng is a pass, ten thousand people can't open, and even more powerful, thirteen Spartans let the invasion of Persian soldiers blood on the sea, etc. But as the Japanese old man in Jingwumen said, the strongest way to kill is not kung fu, but bullets. Let your golden bell cover the iron cloth shirt, but in front of bullets, you are just a pile of rotten meat that is vulnerable to a single blow. When really facing four people, no matter how strong you are, there are times when you are in a hurry in hand-to-hand combat, not to mention a person facing a bullet with eight eyes open. The first to lose is psychological fear. Then what? Fighting technology? Do you really think that a person will be so weak that you move your finger and the other person will have nosebleeds? Not necessarily, in fact, people are similar, your chopsticks can be three times "stronger" than the other chopsticks, but when the three chopsticks are coordinated and tied together, how hard can you be? Of course, if you think that you are a knife, stick, saw, etc., and you can't talk about chopsticks, it's a different matter.
In a word, when one fights with four people, worry and fear are inevitable.
And when there is an opportunity to free the ego from this fear, why not get rid of it? This person will even be seen as oversighted. He must be courageous to hit a stone with an egg, but he will inevitably be used by real people to find his own way, so why not find a hammer for questioning. A story in the Dream of Red Mansions is that you have stubborn stones, I have quiet grass, and there is one that can overcome each other. Isn't it worth dying to find the one that overcomes each other?
The above speculation is of course my wishful thinking and self-justified suspicion, but no one can deny that the person who holds such a "not worth" thinking is by your side. An old lady fell into the water and didn't save her because she used her own energy to save the elderly. If she took her own life, it was not worth it! What an arrogant human being, what a heroic idea. They don't show off because "the times are too peaceful" and there is no need to speak with a stick in broad daylight, but as Foucault said, civilization makes violence more and more hidden, but it is by no means non-existent. To put it bluntly, it is also the self-righteousness of human beings. One is that one thinks that one can find another thing that can bring down another, and the other is that the process of finding a falling object is a process of using time. I can wait—I don’t know if I wait for the white head— Third, why do I want to be the bird I was looking for? ——Don't you know that the branches of Jingwo are more likely to be the target of the gun's target.
In the end you are forced to go to Liangshan. "I'm begging for peace, but I'm not looking for you." Come on. Chopsticks can turn into sticks when a person throws it out, even for a brief moment.
The sheriff lobbied left and right, but after getting no results, he was relieved - the sweat on his forehead stopped gurgling out, he stopped taking off his hat frequently and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his arm, and then sat down to write a suicide note calmly. This seems to be very common. Buddhists say that one of the reasons for tension and pain is "too much but not thinking". That is to say, once you stop thinking, your head will be in a blank state, and tension and pain will at least be discounted. I believe that many people have experienced that when you are cut by a knife, if you think about the pain of the wound, it really hurts there. Think the same.
By the way, no longer thinking is obviously different from numbness and ignorance. The former is more similar to active giving up, a pessimistic ghost, and the latter is more passive, which can be attributed to sluggishness and sensory disorders. The former is like Camus' "The Outsider", while the latter is like Lu Xun's spectators watching the execution ground and tainted with steamed buns.
I don't know if it's real sarcasm or real humor. When a person is hopeless, he often reaps the unexpected surprise of death and life. Just like the new wife of the sheriff in the movie, when the train roared, she rushed to her death. If you are not born on the same day, you will die together. This is love. I don’t know how many such loves exist in reality. I don’t even think that like the ancients, the husband died and kept his chastity. , is selfish. The sheriff's death is valuable, but his wife's help is even more critical. A well-known experiment can probably explain that if you give up all the important people and keep only one, who will you choose, the result is that most people choose their other half, mostly because parents will get old and children will run away. The sheriff left, dropped the police badge that made him sweaty and worried, the honor that nearly killed him, helped his wife get into the carriage, and whipped the whip away. In a sense, this movie can also be called a hymn of love.
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