In his collection of essays "The Silent Majority", Wang Xiaobo mentioned a novel by a Hungarian writer called "Talking Pig". Speaking of, a group of breeding pigs from state farms got together to complain.
The main job of these animals is to pass seeds. In the modern era of technological development, they always pass to an artificial sow called a "sow shelf". When the shelf was first built, it might have looked a bit like a sow. After a long time, it was rubbed bare, and it could be used as a mirror, which greatly affected the user experience. But the breeders had no choice. Even what you love most, once you turn it into a boring job, it's hard to be enthusiastic over time. The breeding pigs then began to complain, and they complained that it would be nice to give us some atmosphere even if a few tufts of hair were glued to its back.
The ending of the story is quite educational, with the whining pig being gelded the next day.
Here Wang Xiaobo raised a shocking question: If all pigs require a little atmosphere in their lives, should we ask for more atmosphere, not less?
We have been living by the rules since we were young, and connecting these rules into a line is ten times longer than Xiangpiaopiao milk tea. This cannot be said, that is not allowed to be done. When you graduate, you will find that you can say and do all these things, but the subject is not you. You just found out that the red scarf on your chest is really no longer bright. Looking in the direction from which they came, there is always someone with bright colors on their chests. It's the most fucked up thing you know, it's like someone is trying to have sex with you on your 14th birthday and a day and a half, and then you can't sue him. When you think about it, he went to find the little girl of 14 years and one day. From your body to your IQ, 9.6 million square nanometers have been crushed by insults.
If you want to complain, be careful not to involve a clear subject, or you will be cross-province. Grumbling, like the last tuft of pig hair on the sow shelf, is gone too. Or rather, not allowed. Because it is not positive enough.
So we took off the red scarf with a shelf life of 15 years, and began to fuck the bare sow rack day after day, year after year.
I didn't check if the movie was based on a true story. But I guess not. It was a complaint in a dream by a breeding pig who clocked in and commuted to get off work every day in front of a sow shelf, and was finally withdrawn from work due to old age and frailty. This complaint was taken seriously. I feel more like the male protagonist should wake up in a certain bed in the city after being shot into the sea. Then I found that I still didn't dare to say swear words to strangers who bullied me. I was not a senior engineer in a high-level military factory, but just a car washer, ex-wife? It was completely imagined by myself. I was an old virgin, and my parents were still alive. I and my parents regarded each other as a burden. That's why this dream seemed so grotesque, so overwhelming, full of irritability and dissatisfaction. When he woke up, he was still an ordinary person, facing another barren sow shelf. And he just wants to live a little more atmosphere.
Some people say that there are still differences between humans and pigs, and it cannot be generalized. I think so too. The difference is that people should ask for more, not less. In addition, people should not be like pigs, who will only complain once and then be castrated. People should be more courageous and fight to maintain their "atmosphere".
If you make this film more mundane, let the hero die in reality. If you want to make this film more profound, you should let him wake up from the thousand and one such dreams and continue to face a bare sow shelf. Let the audience guess what his next choice will be.
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