That is the most pleasant way to die.
I don’t know if everyone has a literary and artistic feeling, or that everyone has a literary heart, at least there is actually a soul in my body that is incompatible with the surroundings, and only lives in my own world-this It makes me not want to please the world deliberately, makes me not want to smile at the people around me, and makes me feel lonely and unable to extricate myself from it.
As a result, friends and classmates have changed boyfriends and girls, but you have been reluctant to open up to someone other than yourself. In other words, you actually desire to be able to open up to someone one day, but you haven't met yet—or, never met.
In the movie, Jesse meets all kinds of individuals who are alone in the crowd, but they are all on campus far away from the real world of adults. Many people compare the campus to an ivory tower, but how much tranquility is there in today's campus?
The "seniors" and "seniors" who started to cheat the trust of young freshmen and promoted various books, products and courses since the first year of admission, completed the baptism of various clubs and student associations in their sophomore year. In the third year, I finally started to prepare everything for entering the adult society-networking, asking teachers for grades, various unspoken campus rules, and finally leaving the campus in the senior year but found that the "small society" on the campus is far from enough to cope with" Hypocrisy of "big society".
People on campus who have or yearn for a peaceful heart are also undergoing various trials. Those who succeeded in training successfully entered society, and those who failed in training avoided graduate school or simply stayed in school. The old professors have been teaching on campus for their whole life. They are tired of academics that are gradually being eaten by the world. They leave nervously but find that it is difficult to give up the feelings of the campus. After all, it is difficult for the outside world to provide peace for people living in unreality.
Speaking like a literary and artistic sentiment, like a besieged city, the people on the outside yearn for it and flock to it; the people inside are tired of it and live out of reality for too long.
How to find a balance from it, and then get real peace?
Where is my world? In those books that I can't put it down? Or in the "have to do" that keeps me so busy that I don't even have time to listen to the first mozart?
Where is the one who belongs to me? Are there people who have the same hobbies, read the same book, and listen to the same tune? Is he? Or those who are willing to have the same hobbies, read the same book, and listen to the same song for me?
I also want to find that person, someone who is suitable for everything, and compose a literary love song together, to get rid of the loneliness that was entangled since childhood.
PS. "Any place you don't leave is a prison,"——Although this is not my favorite line after watching this film, it is the one I remember most, so I write it at the end.
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