Tobacco and alcohol, sex, men. A woman's turmoil.
The instant leap from a girl to a woman implies self-abandonment and a confirmation of self-existence.
Many people who have watched Zuo Er, Zhi Qing, and you, who are at the same table, angrily satirize this kind of painful youth film. In addition to the embarrassing acting, the more reason is that it is not realistic.
Perhaps the death of abortion, drinking, fighting and smoking is to some extent a stain on the memory of good youth.
In those flat and peaceful youth, the sunlight is mottled and dazzling, and the fragrance of gardenia belongs to the memory of the whole summer.
There are tutoring milk that mother cares about, girls' melancholy nighttime thoughts, boys' restless lust, the pressure of advancing in school, the cafeteria that can't wait, the martial arts that can't be seen enough, the notes that can't be passed on, and the naps that can't get enough sleep.
These are the good times when most people are thin and unhindered.
Boring, never turbulent. Sadness and transparency have less weight, melancholy has some indescribable far-fetchedness, and joy always seems a little cautious. Most of the people's faces were clean and blank, and tired and numb.
This is the so-called turning a deaf ear, and the fragile personality makes us students sitting in the classroom so angry.
I suddenly remembered those so-called "underachievers" in the previous class.
Skipping classes, surfing the Internet, smoking, watching porn, messing with men and women, stealing money, being beaten or beating others.
Always sit in the last few rows, looking at the back of most people's heads. I don't get along well with the good students.
Jianghu is in high spirits.
I remembered, the ruffian and dismissive eyes, the eyes full of anger or the silent corners of the mouth. There is a violent vitality.
Fourteen or fifteen years old may never be young enough. Even the classification is inferior, it seems to be a waste. On their youth business cards, there is only that false student status and a grand and wasted age.
Lowering the average score, breaking the class style, failing to hand in homework, and being unruly.
Inattentiveness and brutality are not for anything else.
The world has never taken care of them when they are still in the 14th or 15th year. The low-level family education is doomed to some kind of congenital injustice.
not be loved. It is a sadness.
Mia is so. Mia's sister is like that. Maybe even the mother. If she can match the word mother.
In an unloved world, loneliness is always with you.
An adult with a complete mind will know how to reconcile with the loneliness of the self, find self-worth in loneliness, and thus confirm the meaning of existence.
And a teenager who has only grown up or has not yet grown up will only draw heat from others to dissolve this neglected loneliness.
Seeing Mia's moment, I thought of a word: unmotivated crime.
Some people attribute the restlessness of adolescence to hormones. Physiological factors make every teenager seem so unapproachable, irritable, irritable, and causing trouble everywhere. This is unmotivated.
And the real reason is because their inner self has awakened and they want to talk to the world but can't find the proper way to express it. They want to be recognized, they want to be praised, but in reality they get nothing.
Because they are just teenagers.
Treating teenagers in the same way as children, especially those who have the ability to run away, is not just a simple mistake.
For Mia, she wants less, but also all.
To be truly cared about, truly noticed, and truly understood. It can also be said to be truly loved.
Self-worth is only established when one feels loved.
This is a common wish of children in families full of violence and indifference. Even if they don't know how to express, even if they express it wrong.
Looking back at the first time Mia saw Connor, the man complimented her out of fun or habit.
“you dance like blacks”
“you have acharming personnalities”
Mia's falling in love with Connor was actually expected.
A man like a father. Arms are strong, humorous, witty, with the courage and blood of men. He even gave her sexual enlightenment.
And her reactions ranged from curiosity to staring and anticipation to using dirty words to cover up her unease, all of which were so logical.
And whether the horse is also alluding to herself, harmless, helpless, kind. So hope that there is someone who can help her escape the shackles of life and this quagmire full of ashes.
I suddenly started to regret it.
Those years of unconscious mockery and scornful laughter made them feel cold and hopeless. A group of people who don't care, the marginalized in the school, and the teachers who have a headache.
And warmth is casual, even if it is intentional.
The moment Connor picked her up. Her heart beat against her heartbeat, her hands were in a hugging posture.
The moment he danced with her. Her loneliness found something to talk about.
The moment he treated her wound. Her toughness and thorns were transformed into girlish shyness and trust.
In the tenderness of sex after a 5 pound forbearance when California dreaming rings.
She just needs to be loved. She just wants to love anyone who can love her. And he just appeared, like his father, expected and available.
Lonely for too long, even love is strong and burning. Wholehearted, pure and complete, giving everything.
It's a pity that this warmth comes like a dream and dissipates like a bubble. He doesn't deserve this kind of love.
But she was still kind, like a girl.
Pain is the source of their vitality, if they can't learn to take care of themselves and become self-reliant, if they hope to exchange softness for a little warmth, if they long to escape from this fish tank.
At the end of the film, the 16-year-old horse fell ill, the chains were empty and the cold wind attacked, and Mia couldn't help crying.
She is free, empty-handed, with nothing, destined to wander.
Getting sick at 16 is normal. But she never got better, like the life of the horse.
She followed Wells far away, and before she left she said I hate you. bitch.
15-year-old I hate you. How many people understand.
So much hope, so much disgust, so much craving, so much reluctance, so much stubbornness pretending to be proud, so many I love you who want to say but can't say it.
In fact, what makes me sadder is her sister, who is destined to see How torturous it is to grow up in the future.
At the end, looking at the screen that stopped abruptly, I suddenly couldn't help but burst into tears.
If he had never been born, if his parents were truly mature, if education could be more caring, if society was full of strength, if the legal system could be more robust, if scumbags could not have a smooth life.
If I could go back a long time, I would like to be friends with them. I would say to the boy from a long time ago, well, I will.
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