Last May, I only read the beginning of guessing the train, and arrogantly wrote in the school log: I choose not to choose life, I choose something else. At that time, I didn’t want to disarm quickly in the face of the years, I always thought I will never learn to grow up, live in the shadow of youth, pretending to be fragile and stubbornly insisting on myself. I can't say that I am fully grown up or mature now. In fact, the people who say this are naive in my bones. I just feel from the bottom of my heart that I am getting better day by day. You can be unhappy and angry most of the time. Even if you are really sad or angry one day, you can still say to yourself with enthusiasm: forget all, forget all. Then you can really forget; you can sit down and listen patiently to everyone telling their troubles and give sincere advice and comfort. You will no longer listen selectively and talk unscrupulously as before; you can throw away your past prejudices about others and Seeing everyone's good, it's not like before, there were a lot of dislikes and falling into an infinite number of small groups and losing their own values. I used to panic thinking that "you must throw away sincerity, kindness and beauty and become hypocritical and cunning when you grow up". Now it's ridiculous to think about it. I haven't become that way because I love truth, kindness and beauty, more than ever, and more and more. In the eyes of more people, I have higher requirements for the sincerity of being a person than ordinary people. This requirement is not only for myself, but also harshly for my family and friends. Therefore, for several years, it is really not easy for you to stay with me all the way, but because of this, you who stayed make me cherish even more. In September this year, I watched the train guessing again. At the end, Mark walking on the bridge is very inspirational to me. It seems that I suddenly stood out from the whirlpool of youth and decided to go to change, cleaning up and moving on, going straight and choosing life. Who is not youthful fool I have groaned at a loss, but as long as we are brave enough, we can lose our youth and start again, and we can usher in a beautiful tomorrow if we presumptuously yesterday. Finally, I remembered the lyrics in Han Han's "Empty City Plan": Life is like this, it's not as good as poetry, turning around and hitting reality, waiting for the beautiful story to be corroded, the last good dream gradually disappears, put down the toy, raised both hands, without saying anything.
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