There were some days when I was annoyed when I saw the 45-degree head looking up at the sky on someone's shirt, on the turban, or even on the poster of the house. Young people always like to be different from others. Once anything becomes popular, it seems to be Not enough posture, not enough personality. I thought I liked those weirdos who travel alone, stay away from crowds, think alone, and don’t seem to be able to understand the truth of life without torturing themselves to the death. This was the goal for a while, and for a while my friends wondered if I was Lovelorn, in fact, I just want to pretend to be deep once in a while. Later, when I pretended to be forced, I fell in love with rock music, just because someone told me that it seemed more attitude. I don't know if I have an attitude. I only know that I slowly saw some people with attitude, which changed a lot of my thoughts. Knowing the Beats, the hippies, Che Guevara, Henry Miller from the history of rock and roll... At one point I kept thinking, what is it that attracts me, according to the mainstream view, these are "useless", "degenerate" and "outdated", I don't agree with these, so what is it? It is definitely not pretending to be coercive, after all, there is no market for pretending to be coercive these days. Later, I read a bunch of road books and some road movies one after another, and found that the reviews were very polarized, some people highly praised, some people scoffed, these controversial books and movies have one thing in common, the pursuit of freedom. My childhood dream was to own a Harley and drive around the world, how amazing. When I grow up, I find that even if you have a Harley, you will be stuck in traffic jams for a long time when you go out of the city. You will be prevented from scratching with cars from time to time, and some places will not allow people to enter. I am sad and desperate. I can only turn on the computer and watch movies. To cast envious and skeptical eyes on those who can go on the road, yes, because we can't do it, so we can justifiably doubt, but, isn't this doubt pathological? We're locked into day and night kitchens and love, so we doubt Dean, we doubt Alex, we doubt Guevara, and we doubt that everything doesn't fit the definition of life in our hearts. But what is the definition of life? I'm also skeptical because I can't do it. Is it because we are so helpless in the real world that we like or hate road movies more, and the freedom that others call depravity in my eyes. After watching this movie, some people picked up their backpacks and prepared to go on the road. When they turned their heads and saw their sleeping wives and children, they thought of the leader's inspection work tomorrow morning, and they quietly hid their bags in the corner. Some people, like me, turned on the fast broadcast, and found some high-rated road movies to download, and prepared to continue their spiritual wandering tomorrow, pretending to be free. Some people laughed, scolded a few words, turned around and gave one star to continue their defined life. With so much nonsense, I just thought of Nietzsche's words, "Variation and polymorphism is the source of happiness." Why can't I be a part of the source of happiness? I don't know much about Guevara's later revolutionary deeds. This film gives me a very simple feeling. They are very happy, and I am also very happy. Now I can already look directly at the head portrait printed on the colorful clothes and scarves. In my heart, he is not the legendary hero of the Latin American revolution. He is just a man who yearns for freedom, with a sincere and bad smile. youth. Leaving aside the gimmick of Che Guevara legend, it is a good road movie in itself, satisfying most of our fantasies about travel, such as Aventure... and thinking about things...
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