When I went to the cinema to watch a Taiwanese movie, there were almost all middle school students sitting around. I was choked up by the spicy taste of youth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and lowered my head in shame. Thinking about all the stupid things I've done, in the past, I could let the 'young and frivolous' brother be the guarantor to write it off. From now on, with Mr. 'Mature' as company, will those futile things be labeled as 'stupid' Tag of? I finally reached the age where there is no capital and no more 'naive', I inadvertently looked back and found a city where people inside wanted to come out, and people outside wanted to go back. So I decided not to reminisce about my youth. This season, there are too many people paying homage to it. It should not care about the paper money I burned.
I have to admit that Taiwan is a place with its own culture. Although sometimes I feel resentful that this small place is so virtuous and powerful, that it dares to mediate between the mainland and the United States so perfectly, with exquisite appearance, long sleeves and good dance, plus it is cheap and good. When I was young, I felt that if it wasn't for the damn Seventh Fleet at that time, the small island of Taiwan would have long been taken back by our army's mighty sailor who was not afraid of death. Children don't think mothers are ugly, dogs don't think they're poor. Why is that dead kid in Taiwan so embarrassed to hang overseas for so many years, living by licking the ass of a Yankee? A good friend went to Taiwan to travel around the island some time ago, and met a Taiwanese brother on the way of cycling. He said they were educated in school to always be ready to attack the mainland. And when they finish college, serve in the military, fall out of love, and grow up slowly, their ideals now are to earn money and live well. Although the two are always at odds when it comes to the Taiwan issue, after all, they are young people who grew up under two completely different ideologies, and my good friend can't stand his words 'you mainland', he doesn't like her saying 'take back' Taiwan'. So two interesting people always let the conversation stop abruptly when it touches on sensitive issues. I think two strangers who met by chance could have parted ways with the phrase 'the way is different, not the other way', and there is no need to accommodate each other so hard, so it should be the magical power of Pheromones that crosses the border. The good friend's explanation is that the Taiwanese brother is a gentle, courteous and thrifty gentleman, and insists on escorting her distant friend (or a crush?) all the way through the friendship of the landlord. From now on, I will no longer delve into this unsolved case of Zhuang (Aventure?), lest this little woman who feels good about herself become more and more complacent.
I thought of Long Yingtai's "The Great River". When I read it, I couldn't help but cry several times. I had no interest or understanding of the turbulent era. The history was too heavy and too painful. , what is even more frightening is that it is still so close to me, I am afraid that it will be accidentally affected by its powerful energy, and it will be irreversible. Sister Long's writing was unexpectedly bland, and the ramblings were all about the life and death of ordinary people. As soon as they succeed, the bones will die, and history will never record the names of these ordinary people. But it is these ordinary people, these ordinary people who are played with applause by fate, these ordinary people who are manipulated by the will of a few great people who have turned their hands into clouds and rain, these ordinary people who have been displaced and left their homes throughout their lives. , These ordinary people with or without culture, these scholars, these reckless men, these hawkers, these grooms, are our ancestors and their ancestors. Since then, there will be people who look up at the birds flying and find that they will fly in size and will burst into tears; since then, the generals have white hair and raised tears; No words but tears. Since then, prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer. Years later, in the shallow strait of that bay, children recite the same "Apprenticeship List" and enjoy the same moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival. The mainland is still here, and they are always there. We thought, they are really stubborn and dog-legged. They and our ancestors have gradually met underground, but they still refuse to come back.
But to be fair, why did they choose to come back? Humans are born to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, let alone sensitive and intelligent ones? I can't tell the pros and cons of their coming back, but since they chose not to come back for the time being, there are always reasons for them to think carefully.
I actually started to understand Taiwan slowly. They believe in their etiquette, righteousness, honor, gentleness, respect, and thrift. They live in their dependent villages, ride their motorcycles, play their jobs, and perform their secret love in Peach Blossom Garden. They write their novels, play their guitars, dance their cha-chas. Their folk songs make their national films, they watch their Hou Hsiao-hsien, Yang Dechang, Wei Desheng, Niu Chengze, Dai Liren, nine knives, they read their Liang Shiqiu, Yuguangzhong, Bai Xianyong, Sanmaobai, Yang Li Ao, they have their Erqin Erlin, and they listen to their Qiyu Luo Dayou, Xue Yue, Huang Xiaohu, Cai Qin, Zhang Huimei, Jay Chou, Mayday Soda Green, Xiao Jingteng, Lin Youjia, walked through their red dust, saw their manga from their Cape No. 7, and turned a page in Taipei and still remembered, those years, we chased together girl. The young people in the mainland are drinking their bubble tea and watching their 'Kangxi Lai' on the Internet, and the young people in the mainland are watching their idol drama porridge and eating their Ruan Jingtian Chen Qiaoen Lin Yichen, but what the mainland can give them at this moment Woolen cloth? Are there unlimited business opportunities for cross-strait three links? They are so proud and so stubborn, maybe this alone is not enough for them, at least the majority of ordinary people think so.
Fortunately, we have similar youthful years, and we have similar collective memories. Sun Yat-sen was posted on the walls of their classrooms, and they wrote 'Propriety, Righteousness, Honesty and Shame', and Chairman Mao was posted in our classrooms, and they wrote 'Study hard and make progress every day'. They have a welfare agency and we have a commissary. They have girls they chase together and we have 'sunny days'. We all once had a fat man, a skinny man, a four-eyed frog, a XXX walked by, and shouted someone's name on a rainy night. The same hormones were overexpressed in different bodies. The same blood has boiled in different bodies, the same feelings have been restless in different bodies, girls are incomparably more mature than boys of the same age and have better grades, boys are naturally stupid and naive. Most vigorous first loves are anticlimactic. But no matter what, after doing so many futile things and wading through the bitter river of youth, there is a beautiful and indescribable Shen Jiayi in everyone's heart. With this Shen Jiayi, maybe we can trace the origin together and shake hands to make peace. If it is really possible to do this, without moving one soldier or one soldier, and turning everything into jade and silk, then youth is truly invincible, and youth is long live.
is it possible? I have no idea. hope so.
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