It means: how strong you have to be to not be disturbed by the completely different movie reviews on Weibo, firmly believe that you and all of them are watching the same movie, and have no doubts about your initial feelings when you walked out of the cinema.
Frankly speaking, after reading a few reviews on "The Grand Master", I have been completely lost in the "disappearing martial arts" and "Republic of China style", although I have huge doubts about whether such a beautiful world ever existed. . Fortunately, I can also use another golden sentence to expand my memories: "Everyone has a dead martial arts".
——It’s not a movie review at all, watching a movie review is a detour————
I think the worst thing about people of my age is that they don’t get anything cheap, but the best part is that they don’t feel any era. hold up! For example, in the case of Kung Fu fever, we rely on the foundation of the "Shaolin Temple for All", and the enlightenment of "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon". As for how far we can go, it all depends on personal creation.
Although now I have completely forgotten the difference between "Hanglong has regrets" and "Flying dragon is in the sky", but "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" is really a compulsory course for boys of my age: sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, luck, from the stomach He let out a breath of infuriating energy from the bottom. In order to show his investment in luck, he had to tremble slightly all over his body. Another example is in the big winter, when two pieces of crushed ice are taken out of a pond and held in their hands, and when they turn into a sailor and become red from freezing, they slap the person on the neck and shout "Ice Palm!" Because the weather was cold, the ice melted into water, and there was often a wisp of white smoke, and the visual effects were all resolved.
Among all kinds of martial arts, the most enviable thing is Qinggong. I don’t know where I heard a recipe for practicing Qinggong. The half-person-high water tank in the countryside, when filled with water, goes around the mouth of the tank with thick hemp rope. Walk in circles, scoop a spoonful of water out the next day, or continue to walk around the mouth of the tank until the water is completely empty, and you can still step on the mouth of the tank to level the ground repeatedly. One winter, I went back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year. I stared at the big water tank at my grandfather's house for several days. Finally, I made up my mind to move a stool and step on the edge of the tank. The cold winter and the twelfth lunar month were soaking wet, and when they were pulled out by their parents and scolded, they sighed to themselves, "This is the price of practicing martial arts!".
In fact, originally, there is also the opportunity to enter the martial arts seriously.
When I was about ten years old, my family lived in the dormitory of my father's unit at that time, and there were more than ten houses in a row of corridors. Next door to my house, one day a master Chen moved in. He has thick arms and round arms but a clear appearance. He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He walks slowly or quickly, and he has the feeling of a Taoist fairy. At first, I knocked on the door and realized that he borrowed half a catty of noodles one day. Later, I found out that he could play chess, write well, and play the flute, so I got to know my father well, and often came to my house for drinks. Foreigners come to us to open a martial arts hall.
Master Chen, I forgot where he came from. Anyway, he is learning the art of Taoism in Wudang Mountain. He returned to the mountain at the age of 20 and stayed in western Hubei for a while. Because of the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes, I came to East Hubei to open the door.
Master Chen's martial arts hall was opened on Longwang Mountain, next to Chibi on Dongpo, so it was named Chibi martial arts hall. Dongpo Chibi is the former residence of Su Dongpo who was demoted to Huangzhou. Back then, he was rafting under the Chibi, and wrote the "Before and After Chibi Odes" that have been passed down through the ages. Later, the river changed its course, and the former residence of Chibi was no longer facing the river, but was entrenched on the Dragon King Mountain and became us. The most proud of the cultural resort landscape. Master Chen's Chibi Martial Arts Hall was built next to each other, with three flat-roofed tile-roofed houses, bamboo and fish farming, fenced courtyards, and several cold weapons on both sides of the open courtyard gate. Yes, there is a bit of elegance in addition to the majesty.
After Master Chen's martial arts hall was built, he didn't go home very often. He took in a few beginner disciples and practiced at the martial arts hall on Longwang Mountain. In less than half a year, the Chibi Martial Arts Hall had gained some fame. Those who participated in the Provincial Martial Arts Hall won more and lost less, and one or two apprentices had mixed up. Later, in the summer vacation, there was an endless stream of apprentices and arts, so summer classes were held, and the sound of humming and humming could be heard halfway up the Longwang Mountain, so that the Chibi Martial Arts Hall became a scene outside Chibi in Dongpo.
As a result, Master Chen was young, and he was considered a famous person in the city. There are also many rumors about his kung fu, such as being able to cross the wall on the ground, lucky, and three or five people can't get close to him, etc.
Soon, Master Chen married a beautiful female student. Most of the time, he was still in the martial arts hall, but every time he came back to the dormitory, he would come to my house to ask my dad for a drink. I also like to visit his house, mainly because of envy. His sword hanging on the wall, two large and small swords, Master Chen said that it is a male and a female, and the two swords are a perfect match. Naturally, I was embarrassed to mention such stupid things as having practiced iron sand palm and self-taught light kung fu, but I also talked sideways about whether I could learn one hand and two hands. Master Chen seriously asked me if I really wanted to learn, and said that if I really wanted to learn, I couldn’t be in a hurry.
Because I was busy with homework, coupled with my stubborn nature, when he talked about basic skills, I only fished for three days, and basked in the net for two days. Every time I saw him, I gestured twice. But Master Chen took it seriously. One day, he came to my house with two bottles of wine, and officially said that he would accept me as a closed disciple: He said that I had a smart mind, hard hands and feet, soft bones and bones, and good talent. Flickering, but it is indeed the material for learning martial arts, and it is a hundred times stronger than those rough people who come to him to learn to fight. He said honestly to my dad that it was not easy to find someone with a predestined relationship to pass on the kung fu that he had left behind from playing boy kung fu.
In order to show his sincerity, Master Chen greeted me who didn't come to the table for dinner, gave me a Taoist hat, and left a photo of him when he practiced martial arts on Wudang Mountain. In the photo, Master Chen jumped up and down from the wall wearing a robe, with a thick beard over his neck, long hair in a bun, and eyes like a torch. He is really heroic and splendid. It is much more exciting than the scene of hanging Weiya on TV. .
Regarding the matter of entering the room to learn martial arts, my father was very embarrassed. He always felt that it was the right way for boys to learn martial arts and join the army. My mother was naturally worried and cried for no reason. When I heard that I was going to enter the martial arts, it seemed like I was about to lose me. In the end, the choice is left to me. I was called back to the table by my dad, and Master Chen made a big call, to the effect that if I were to be a teacher, I would have to suffer from some rules and have a serious expression, not to treat me as a urchin.
Now writing these things as memories, it really feels like a fake.
There were still closed disciples in that era? And enter the room to learn martial arts? Still need to take the road number? I tried hard to recall the truth of the matter, but my parents reiterated it later, and I do keep the photo of Master Chen flying his legs. But I don't remember at all, whether it was me who thought about it and rejected Master Chen's good intentions timidly for a while, or was stopped by my parents and my mother to give up the idea of studying martial arts. In short, the matter of learning martial arts from a teacher is nothing to do with it.
After I didn't agree to enter the room to learn martial arts, I was very embarrassed to see Master Chen again, as if I owed him, a child, my heart is easy to feel guilty, I no longer take the initiative to go to his house to play, and I no longer hold a big top and squat. Master Chen came to my house for a drink, and it didn't seem to be that often.
I didn't learn martial arts, but one of my classmates, Fa Xiaofan, did.
Classmate Fan and I were in the same class in junior high school. One summer, we went to the Chibi Martial Arts Academy, which was just a two-month short-term summer school. Because I was embarrassed, I never bragged with him until one day when Tian Fan came to play at my house, and then I found out that his master lived next door to my house. When I saw it in the corridor, Classmate Fan respectfully called out "Master".
I asked Classmate Fan what he had learned in the martial arts hall. Classmate Fan was vague and annoyed by my question. He yelled at me, "Do you know how to fight a carp?" I asked him what it was called a fight for a carp, and he said it was Renping. Lie on the ground and stand up with just one kick of your feet! I sounded like it was a very advanced move, but no matter how much I stimulated him, he just wouldn't perform. Every time he shied away, the ground was either too hard or too soft. ?".
I saw Fan's carp stand up with my own eyes, at the New Year's Day party half a year later.
The class's New Year's Day party is a great time for boys and girls in the class to show their talents, and it is also a time when many people's characters are disillusioned. For example, a classmate who is said to be very good at playing the violin turned "Dance of the Golden Snake" into "Crazy Twist of the Golden Snake", which made the scene quiet, and the classmates were embarrassed for booing. Fan's martial arts performance was a much-anticipated project before the party started - expecting success, or expecting to screw up. And I don't know why, everyone is most looking forward to the legendary "carp fighting".
Before performing the carp fight, Fan performed a set of routines, and everyone applauded and encouraged him, but the climax came only when he lay on the ground holding his breath. Everyone sitting in the front row stood up, and everyone sitting in the back row simply leaned forward to look. Classmate Fan was lying on the ground, eyes closed and holding his breath. After a long time, Classmate Fan suddenly shouted "Get up", because his feet pushed hard on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Although his face was flushed, Fan stood up tremblingly and stood still.
Even though it was just a small "carp fight", it was enough to make the crowd go crazy, and the girls shouted excitedly and sharply. Classmate Fan also clasped his fists and saluted left and right, quite a bit like a martial arts knight. Among all the cheering crowd, I was the loudest because I was a good buddy of classmate Fan, but on the other hand, I was indeed full of jealousy: I should be the hero who enjoys the attention of all the people. If I apprentice to Master Chen, what more One carp can fight, and as a closed disciple, I should be able to fight many carps!
With this carp fighting as the end, all the youth's martial arts dreams have been drawn to a stop.
Fan did not improve martial arts any more. We were all addicted to online games, and we devoted all the time we had outside the intense homework to "Red Alert". Then, time was flying fast. Fan and I went to different universities in different cities, and we met again in Shanghai because of work. Within two years, he suddenly quit his job and settled in Kunming for his college girlfriend. In another three or five years, I passed by Kunming on a business trip to find him. He bought a house, a car, got married and had a baby. The carp belly has grown, but it is estimated that the carp will no longer be able to fight.
As for Master Chen, our family moved into a new community and lost contact with our old neighbors. Master Chen and his wife later moved. Although my hometown is only a small town, I have met many old neighbors on the street, but strangely, I have never met Master Chen again. Later, I heard that the Chibi Martial Arts Hall was no longer in operation, and I didn't know what Master Chen did.
I went back to my hometown for the Spring Festival the year before last, and I met Master Chen again by accident.
I accompany my parents to buy New Year's goods, and I took a large bag and a small bag out of the entrance of the business. Master Chen recognized my father at a glance and came to say hello to my father. My dad was stunned for a moment before he recognized Master Chen. Nearly 20 years later, Master Chen has grown in shape, and even his facial features are swollen and out of shape. He is just walking and standing, and he has the neatness of a martial artist. Master Chen is holding his wife and children. Although his expression is decadent, he is also happy and satisfied. The family of three is integrated in a festive and joyful atmosphere for the New Year.
I haven't seen each other for a long time, I don't know where the words started, and I don't know where they end.
Knowing that I am in Beijing, Master Chen told me that he is now working in an insurance company in Shenzhen, and if there is a chance, he might as well go south for tea. Handing over his business card, Master Chen habitually clasped his fists to say goodbye.
This long-awaited reunion, if there is a little more snow, it will be more beautiful.
But life is not a movie, there are no hidden flowers at the bottom of leaves, only flowers bloom and fade, year after year.
Not everyone has martial arts, but everyone has passed away.
So, what's the worst thing about it: that some people have some things, and it's better to live in memories.
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