Nonsense. Just record another early morning spent accompanied by the movie.
Open early in the morning. At first, I was watching while doing other things, and then I gradually put down my phone and focused on watching, so that I ended up lying on the bed in an extremely uncomfortable posture, but my eyes remained on the screen. After the second man left, I liked and empathized the most-I can almost truly feel the mixed feelings of the little boy sitting on the stone bench that will brighten the morning after indulging in the middle of the night: Dissatisfied with his own business ability, disappointed, exhausted Fully but powerless; the pressure of people around and even the elders is ridiculing and not understanding; the emotional wandering and yearning of another person but not being able to; the embarrassment of the family, the pressure of money, the unsatisfactory work; the deep questioning and swaying of one's own cognition Uncertain... It is painful and long to survive these things-fantasy, hope, disappointment, helplessness, regret, regret, sadness, tearing, questioning and swinging infinitely irregular cycles.
The most moving thing is to fall asleep holding the ear studs, dreaming about the one I love in the morning, caring carefully, then I can't help touching, smelling, kissing, hugging, and waking up after all the dreams disappeared.
Perhaps because this is the life of each of us, we can truly feel the happiness, pain and relief in it.
Perhaps each of us is the little boy who secretly worked hard but failed to fail, struggling to move forward through all obstacles.
Fortunately, he is willing to walk forward with dignity--
Return the ear studs and say goodbye,
After crying bitterly, put on a suit and leave,
Buried in my brother’s arms and sobbed softly,
Dance bravely regardless of others.
I hope I can also grow up in the face of a shit-like life like him.
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