I see this as the beginning of the fall.
The first time I watched this movie was in 2005. At that time, I was damn innocent. According to the classification criteria, I think this is an inspirational film. It is about a person who has to work hard for his ideals and pursue unremittingly. One day, you will succeed in diving on the stage. Even if the fat is more than two hundred catties, there will be countless idiots in the audience ready to pick you up.
Watching again is the movie channel a few days ago. Today, four years later. I found out that this was a story about a stupid ran into shit luck. A little talented Shake Qing (should have been shaken), met a bunch of talented children, so according to his own vision, the children formed a band, performed on stage, and succeeded. And in the end, the cliché set up his own performance company. It is unkind to think that this servant can finally live in a big house with these children, drive in a big car, and put his arms around big breasts.
The above hundreds of words show that the movie has not changed, but Lao Tzu's mentality has changed.
I have a classmate, nicknamed Donkey. Listening to rock and roll together from junior high school. Last year, Ya quit her job and went to Beijing to pursue her rock and roll ideals. Three months later, he was defeated. Still sitting at home till now. A thirty-year-old man has no job, no wife, and his parents are laid off. When he is okay, he will go around eating. By the way, when I picked up the guitar, I was fascinated by the school tweed.
The story of another friend is the same. Ya stayed in Beijing after graduation. I vowed to say that three years later, we will be mad at the Beijing Hotel for a week, stay in the presidential room, and eat nine-headed abalone. Until I saw Bao Yujiao on the Internet, I was completely disinterested in abalone, and Ya still lived in a small bungalow in Beijing. The salary is less than two thousand per month. Doing nonsense work.
In fact, the so-called ideal is sometimes no better than a bowl of hot beef noodles in front of you.
I said these things in a contemptuous tone. It is not these people who are contemptuous, but the ideals.
For the sake of his ideals, the classmate Jack in the movie has no job, lives at a friend's house, and is despised by his friend's girlfriend. Fortunately, he has a strong nerve, but fortunately he succeeded in the end. But this is a movie. Whether you can succeed depends on the screenwriter and producer, and it has nothing to do with whether you have struggled. Speaking of struggle, Tong Dawei's classmate, no matter how awesome, no matter how persistent, and no matter how vowed, don’t have to have a rich father. Now I classify these kinds of movies and TV series that insist on ideals and finally succeed in magical themes.
The reality is actually very simple. The reality is to feed your stomach first. Under this premise, you have ideals and you can consider realizing them. What annoys me most now is those idiots who are okay sitting there and I look forward to the future, talking about how awesome and far-reaching my ideals are, far bigger than Yuanda's central air-conditioning, and standing up and running to the toilet when checking out.
I'm not ideal anymore. Lao Tzu's life is worse than you. Lao Tzu can be depraved in your eyes. But Lao Tzu now lives in a large house of 150 square meters. Lao Tzu's bank account has passed six figures and is about to reach seven. Lao Tzu is depraved. Laozi succumbed to this society. Is it wrong for Lao Tzu to kneel before reality?
I was still going to school in Qinhuangdao ten years ago. When I was about to graduate, I met a local band's bass on the Internet. They lack the lead singer. I'll go play. Rehearse every day in the stairwell of an abandoned office building. Such a small house. My ears are noisy when I come out every day. The chickens in the yard rushed to bite me when they saw me. After playing for a while, I found that they can't create at all. I pick up several bands' songs every day. Later I wrote a few songs, and I was also very talented back then. Sing to them, the girls think it's too light. Unanimously despise. Continue their metal dreams. Those few songs should be considered fresh now. Speaking of Xiaoqing, the first time I saw Sodagreen's MV on TV a few days ago, after analyzing that love song for a long time, it turns out that the damn lead singer is a male. Before listening to the voice, I always thought it was a female lead singer. Later I graduated. I went back to the village. I saw the bass on the Internet a few days ago and talked a few words. The bass is now selling mobile phones. As for the piano, I didn't know how many hands it turned.
Actually, I don't know what I want to say. As for the principle that a text should have a central idea, I learned it when I was in elementary school. But the older you are now, the less you know what your thoughts are. It's just constant nonsense, while typing on the keyboard, while secretly admiring myself, relying on the typing that I learned through chatting QQ back then, now I'm really fucking skilled.
Going to the Grassland Music Festival in Zhangbei, at the beginning I felt that my heart would be surging and I would find the rock and roll mentality of the year. But when the cat dived, I still watched from a distance. Wretchedly thinking about the anti-cat face down, how much cheaper it would be. When I came back, I saw many people scolding on the Internet, laughing while watching. You usually eat steamed buns at home and pickle mustard. When you go out, you just want to live in a five-star hotel. You can eat with your legs, and you can pull it when you squat. Why?
Okay, actually, it's just that my mindset has changed. When I started typing, I understood. I wanted to curse. But knock and knock and I understand. I have no right to scold those who insist on their ideals. As long as you can persevere, as long as you can, while persevering, do not blame others, do not hate those who do not want to persevere, then, what is wrong with you? ?
In fact, everyone is stupid. Right.
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