I am also an international student. I walk quietly in school with my head down, quiet and diligent like many Chinese people in the eyes of Australians. I go to a restaurant to work three days a week, and I silently endure the middle finger and "Chinese" squeezed out between my teeth and then I watched them laughing and walking away. I could handle the HOW RU ten times a day with a smile, but by the eleventh time, I was finally completely lost.
I also went to church, but it was a Chinese church. I held a thick hymn sheet and sang with everyone, watching the believers shed tears when they were preaching the Bible and the Lord. The old man who went to preside for the first time asked me to stand up and said with a smile, "Yiyou, we sincerely welcome you." Come often. The sun was exceptionally warm that day, unbelievably comfortable in winter. After the show, I was alone in the backyard with a teacup and biscuits basking in the sun, thinking, if this is not a Chinese church, can I get such peace and happiness?
Maybe free bread and free everything doesn't matter, maybe we really believe we're all here for our dreams. There are also heavy parents behind us. They are still living in a country full of market atmosphere. They have contributed years of savings for the only child without even thinking about it. Transocean call.
Writing here, I want to ask, are the Chinese crazy?
I don't know about Lu Gang, here is a movie, I would like to talk about Liu Xing.
In terms of the details revealed in the movie, I could easily conclude that he really is a genius. Sensitive, expressive, constant patience, thoughtfulness, kindness, impulsiveness, absolute intelligence, and faith. When I first arrived in the United States, everything is really too fresh. With the help of this top-level equipment, I can complete my research, win a Nobel Prize, marry a foreign girl, and then bring honor and wealth to earnest parents. Everyone is happy, one hundred and one hundred.
But is it that simple?
I watched the movie without any foreshadowing, and the ending surprised me quite a bit.
He does have the objective conditions to achieve all this. At the end of the movie, however, our genius raises his gun, bang bang, kills the villain and liar in his heart, and then kills his own belief, which is himself. That desperately flickering thought can finally calm down and return.
In my opinion, it's just because what he has to fight is not just academia, but culture. He was squeezed tightly by two very different cultures, making everything more difficult for him than just overcoming academic bottlenecks at home. The professor thought he was disobedient, and finally chose Lawrence, who abandoned the dark and bright; the blond girl thought he was stupid, and it was difficult for us to speak a sentence of English. How could Liu Xing, who was forced to be isolated and helpless, still be a hero or a genius?
Several phantom western cowboy scenes in the movie further illustrate that Liu Xing has a serious heroism complex. While shooting, I kept thinking why did he kill Lawrence first and then the professor?
Liu Xing, who hates evil, may still be a patriot whose blood is thicker than water. He told Lawrence that we should have our own ideas and language.
But it all fell apart.
The breath of change, the thirst for knowledge. That era and that culture were destined to fail him.
If it is someone else, if there is a friend like Joanna around, maybe they can survive and achieve another career. But Liu Xing did not, and the real Lu Gang even killed her. And that just makes me think he's a genius because of his vulnerability. But when the genius opened his eyes, there was still a heavy responsibility behind him, and the evil in his eyes was still in front of him.
He was pinched to death by himself in the cracks. This is the dark matter of genius.
I can understand some people around me who are trying to be a part of the Aussies, they go to parties where they are not really welcome, they adjust their intonation theory that unpleasant Aussie accent, they do it for benefits and In my opinion, the vanity leaves their hometown and embraces loneliness. They choose a different place, but do not admit that they are a foreigner. A friend in junior high school wrote back after a trip to the UK: I feel so ugly when I see the moon in China.
Just different options, of course. It's just the above people that made me say after watching the movie, what a pity, none of you are geniuses. That's it.
The Chinese believe that hearing crows call early in the morning is not a good sign. I know, I've been hacked to death.
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