In "The Tin Drum", Oscar miraculously reproduced a stubborn who was disdainful of the adult world's wretchedness and filth. He created his own fractures to inhibit his physical development; he used a loud shriek to stop the so-called "Father" came to plunder his only treasure - the tin drum; he tried to find a hazy true love to prove his man's ability, but was finally mocked by the ignorant reality of Maria; he ran away from home, in the absurd circus He finds his skills in the regiment to earn a living, and thus obtains the Nazi rank to please a perverted and twisted dictatorship, in this glorious moment he enjoys the secrets of the adult world and embraces beautiful women, but the good times do not last long; The World War is coming to an end, and the Hitler avatar worshipped by "Father" has returned to the main theme that dominates his destiny - Beethoven, Oscar ended the "Father"'s last chance of survival with a strange little gesture. Everything became plain and realistic with the death of his father. Oscar finally abandoned the tin drum that had been tied to his waist for 18 years. He slowly got rid of that dead memory and regained his new strength. He grew up slowly.
There is some absurdity and absurdity but it means a more appropriate reality than reality, "The Tin Drum" is how I awakened my preference for "One Hundred Years of Solitude". In South America, perhaps because of the year-round nourishment of rain, the local vegetation will stretch out into the sky unscrupulously, just like the wild imagination of some South American writers. What does rain mean? The nectar of the Amazon, or the blood and tears of the Andes? I guess it's a loneliness. The long rainy season, the moldy and corrosive air, the loneliness without shelter; the indifference of being isolated from the world without communication and warmth; the carnival of the walking dead, the mysterious and unpredictable alchemy magic, life is empty and chaotic... So, We expect some miracles to happen, whether it is to suppress the development of time and space, or to break the secular ethics, there will always be some children who are unwilling to grow up to destroy the real world and rebuild a castle in the sky full of imagination and new life. To come and go, we need the souls of all elves to master a secret key to psychic.
When I was 27, I stopped caring about my age. What difference does it make for a woman to start at 25 or 30 for the rest of her life? Time travels through your body, the only thing you can stay in is not your beautiful face, but some of the life you truly experience and your thoughts on life. It doesn't matter if you are short like a dwarf, the key lies in your strong heart and inexhaustible ability to imagine and speak. People who believe in this ability are full.
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