It was the first time I knew that Superman was the weird style of "Batman and Superman" when I was a child. Although I couldn't understand what the cartoon wanted to express at the time, I could feel the difference between the red trousers and the black pants with my ass. They were both cute and innocent. , A cheap and black belly. When I was young, I didn’t want to see Batman. The adoration of heroes by boys is often equivalent to the adoration of power. Whenever in the animation Superman rescued Bruce Wayne’s life by solving enemies and dangers, I would climax for a long time, and even dreamed that I became Superman and saved Goddess One and Goddess Three in the class. , And then they moved into my arms. I even painted these stories as graffiti in my drafts. In the stories I made up, I was always such a strong and intelligent superhero who fascinated thousands of young girls.
Unfortunately, things didn't develop as he was.
When Goddess One or Three was bullied by a sixth-grade senior, I chose to come forward. I picked up the brick and slammed it at a fat man, who was probably wearing blade armor. It caught the brick I threw and smashed it on my head. I felt my head hot, my ears rang, my limbs softened, and then I rushed into the street. Four days after waking up, I learned from my classmates that the whole school knew what I was doing. I thought I would be respected by countless people, but on the contrary, my mom gave me a slap, my dad added 1, my grandpa added 2, and the goddess number one added 3. All the people seemed to have unified their calibre and told me, "Who wants you to be nosy, don’t be sensible if you don’t suffer." I was ridiculed a lot, including the seniors in the sixth grade who would cover their mouths and smile when they saw me. That’s what I said all day long to be a superman, and I also helped my classmates get ahead.” But Goddess Three was very grateful to me and was at the same table with me. So I boldly shared my graffiti book with her. This little joy made me even more interested in being a hero. So I helped my classmates beat those who bullied him, no matter if I was beaten into a pile of shit. So I helped the poor grandmother catch the dog stealer, no matter if she was wronged and turned into a dog stealer. So I helped the classmates who didn't have money to buy food and hungry, no matter how much money they took away from me. But things didn’t develop as it was. I didn’t get the title of hero, but one crime after another, one lesson after another. Everyone around me told me, don’t be stupid, there is no hero in this world, and the hero is dead long ago. NS.
I threw away all the Superman comics and vcds. I no longer love the bright and beautiful Clark. I told myself that they are all deceptive and childish things. I am no longer a kid in the third grade.
In a blink of an eye, I was about to graduate from university, and the word superman is getting farther and farther away from me. It seems that people don't want to see such a character anymore, everyone likes dark things. Although this is the second grade performance, I don't deny that the Dark Knight is really good-looking. I told my cousin who likes Batman, you see, he has done so many good things, and in the end he still asks for trouble. My cousin said angrily, "You don't understand the word "Never give up"" I smiled and said "Do you want to say never compromise?" I like Rorschach very much, but his final ending still tells me that this world doesn't need it. hero.
Then my cousin went to the hospital two months later, together with several other children in the community. They also did a great job. They chased and stopped a thief who stole a battery. Of course, the thief was not afraid of a kid. But the boys struggled with him desperately until the thief wounded a child. The end of the matter was that a lot of uncles and aunts rushed around, and everyone watched and subdued the thief. The cousin and the children were praised and posted on the community poster. My cousin told me calmly that I would not be like a coward like you.
Yeah, I'm a coward, I compromised. I think there are no heroes in the world, but countless news in the past two years have told me that there are still many. I accidentally cleaned up the room and found the long dusty graffiti book, the book is still there, but the goddess No. 3 has long disappeared from my world, and my admiration and desire for heroes have disappeared together. When someone discusses whether or not to support an elderly person who has fallen, I always say that it must be supported, but in fact I will not. When I was robbed in the city, I chose to remain silent. I hope something can change me, but unfortunately not, maybe I am really hopeless?
Recently, a picture is very popular. It is a pair of kids who like Batman and Superman walking side by side. The shadow behind them becomes Batman and Superman. The text in the picture is very positive. I have forgotten what it is. Probably means that one day we will become the person we wish to be. I hope this applies to me. I really hope that when someone encounters injustice and threats on the street, I will stand up. I also really hope that the word justice will never become obsolete. I also hope that Superman will always exist as a pure incarnation of justice.
Superman is about to appear in my field of vision again, no matter what level it is in the end, I will join in. I will also decisively give five stars to those who still believe in justice and beauty, to Clark who once gave me strength, and also to the superhero Yu Dashou who once had no hesitation.
You come back quickly.
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