People are unlucky, ghosts blow lights, fart also hit the heels. The villain who was sent to prison by the sheriff was released on his wedding day, and the first thing the villain did when he came out should be to come back and beat him into a sieve. The sheriff is married, but he is unwilling to leave under the woman's begging, because no one has ever asked him to leave with a little embarrassment, so he chooses to stay.
But even the brave sheriff couldn't single out the four shooters, so he started his group tour in the melodious but slightly sad little tune of "Dear, Don't Forsake Me". From his former lieutenants, to the young men in the bar, to his former bosses and friends, as well as the hard-working and brave people in the church, he basically summed up all the people in the town: indifferent to the world Residents, unemployed gangsters in bars, town leaders, some public servants, and some friends and lovers of their own. After the Sheriff's Tour of Town Rally, I decided to give him the honorary label of "The Most Cupped Sheriff of All Time."
After being disgusted at the end by the cowardly prospective new sheriff, our sheriff lay in the barber's chair with blood and exhaustion on his face, but had to endure the thumping sound of the next door surreptitiously making him a coffin, what a cup This is unprecedented, and even so, our sheriff chose to stay.
Suddenly I remembered the rabbits and pigs in Kung Fu Panda. Isn't it just us non-heroes. There is also that old story. A hero came to the village. At the strong request of the masses, he went down the mountain to fight tigers and went down to the river to wipe dragons. At the end of his celebration, he was given a bowl of poisonous wine. When he was dying, the village chief told with tears in his eyes. Hero: After Dragon and Tiger, you are the biggest scourge! Can't stay! I also remembered a so-called joke that others told before. The devils arrested the whole village and asked him on the farm: Who is the eighth way to step forward, otherwise the whole village will be killed, so Liuhulan was killed by the devils.. .. Afterwards, another old man wiped his tears and said: It's a pity, everyone took a step back, the baby is a good baby, but the reaction is too slow~
Some biologists say that heroes are the products of genetic mutation, they can overcome the instinctive fear of danger and rush to the front without turning back. Some people say that heroes lack perception, only blood and death can make them feel existence, and some people say that heroes are a group of fools who have been brainwashed by social morality and some ulterior motives of public opinion. No matter what these people say, it is certain that they are not heroes, nor are they necessarily heroes like me, who is watching a movie while hiding in the house at noon in the scorching sun. However, we are not necessarily not heroes. The relationship between the masses and the heroes has never been separated. Heroes often come from the masses. They are the people and the heroes of the people. Therefore, our relationship with heroes is not what some people say. Heroes are too tall and unusual. The truth is that we are too indifferent and too short.
In this era of lack of heroes, when the standards of heroes are repeatedly lowered, their actions are watched by passers-by, and their motives are ridiculed and ridiculed, we should also review our attitude towards heroes. When heroes need to help, we can Can't pull a hero, not to become, just to look like a hero, no longer so heartbreakingly lonely. Perhaps only in this way can we grow from the anti-heroism we have now to the individual heroism we once spurned, and then realize the collective heroism we once wrote in textbooks.
If you still disdain to think about the proposition about the hero, please applaud when the hero leaves, don't be like the unqualified extras in the film, like a magic trick, flooding from the dug hole like a tidal wave On the empty street, silent onlookers watched without saying a word, and then scattered like birds and beasts. Please applaud the hero as he leaves, whether he leaves with resentment and a face full of inner bulls, or falls on the dusty and dirty road in the bright noon sun.
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