This is the first question that comes to mind after watching "Motorcycle diary". Then, I will think, I will probably still be in that small room, complaining day after day how annoying my boss is and how vulgar the people around me are... Hong Kong is still the same smog, the world is still the same Full of all kinds of injustice. After that, ten, twenty, thirty years, I still complained the same, until I died...
However, their eyes made me dare not complain. The gouge marks left on their faces by years and suffering make me feel that all the so-called suffering in life is insignificant at all. The black and white fixed mirrors contain a gripping power, which makes people unable to escape the unyielding eyes.
This is a story of adventure, a young Zehuala and his friends, riding motorcycles, across Latin America. A young and frivolous story, always oozing with a hint of romance. This little bit of romance comes from our fantasies about the world; it also comes from our self-righteous lofty ideals. But when we really set foot in this world, we will realize that romance only exists in our fantasy after all. Zheguhuala understands, and Zheguhuala's friends also understand; the audience seems to understand...
I envy Zheguhuala for having such a period of experience. How many people can be like him, without worrying about life and family, just go on the road, and then know the world on the journey, and finally know themselves? Perhaps Zheguhuala will envy us, but he can know the world without going out. Just watch National Geographic and Discovery Channel, you can know the customs of Latin America; connect to the Internet, you can find the information of the Inca ruins; even just pay attention to the news In the report, I realized the hardships of the indigenous people of the Andes Mountains, and then I sat at home and continued to enjoy the convenience brought by technology, while filling out the donation form for Oxfam, thinking that I have the ability to help those in need. This life worthwhile.
This thought makes me feel ridiculous.
Can you really understand the world by watching TV channels, reading material on the Internet, listening to the news, or even watching a movie or two like this?
As a result, the piercing eyes of the man who left his hometown and looked for work everywhere made me feel ashamed. The aboriginal who walked up the mountain with a big bag and a small bag without saying a word, walking up the mountain, shocked me, how little those so-called sufferings are...
I will never experience those people the bitterness...
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