American youth films always make people feel humanistic care. It is a kind of experience and insight into the weak, small, and marginalized people on campus. The protagonist of the story is a fat high school girl. Ironically, she happens to have a slim figure, a beauty pageant champion, and a mother who has devoted her life to beauty.
On the one hand, I admire her very much. First of all, she is not an unscrupulous girl with arrogant violence and a distorted mentality. In fact, everyone has a sensitive heart. It is not that they cannot hear outside voices, but that they choose to respond differently. I like her tolerance. When she was called a "dumpling" by her mother, she would be angry, angry, and ashamed, but she would not lose her sense of reason. This is where I admire foreign children, who have known and explored themselves earlier than us.
Before I went to university, I was not good looking and had no specialties. Exams and rankings were the only magic weapon I believed in showing my worth. A good test showed that I was not bad, and a bad test. I would call myself a stupid pig. Why do I have such unreasonable thoughts? I think family education has misled me. It’s hard to get praise on weekdays, and only when you have a good test result will you get a little pitiful approval. I think many peers may feel the same way. After all, in that era, in such a small place, people reached a consensus on underage children: personality is not important, ideas are not important, sadness and joy are not important, only reading and grades are king.
What a terrible atmosphere and consensus, but only after experiencing it will you see it more clearly.
I envy her, there is a friend who is in the end by her side. In fact, each of us longs for warmth, but we are afraid of being let down. After all, all expectations cannot be answered. Rather than let yourself lose, it is better to make yourself a King Kong, invulnerable enough to fight against this indifferent world. Sanmao said, my friend, one is just right, two can be, and three are too many. When you climbed to the pinnacle of life and surrounded by flowers, I quietly retreated, without fighting or disturbing; when you were helpless, I stood up, fearlessly around, and drew my sword to help. Unfortunately, such friends in novels are not often present.
We all have confusion about ourselves. We have to experience long struggles and explorations to accept and identify ourselves. This is a homework, but unfortunately it was ruthlessly squeezed by school and exams, causing many people to be mediocre and unable to find this chaotic world. In your own position. Some people fail the exam, some make up the exam, some pass, and some hang around. Life's homework is not easy. I hope we can all find our own answers.
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