In the beginning, the sky was full of yellow sand, stone walls, 17.3 kilometers of riding, all the way to jump, and the girl who happened on the road, and the climax in the lake, oh, and such good background music. It’s so beautiful that I mistakenly thought it was a love story about chance encounters.
Oh, yes, he came by bike. I'm still thinking about off-road or something, it's really hypocritical. How cool is cycling and hiking.
The handsome guy and the girl were still talking when they broke up, maybe we can see each other tomorrow. The ladder on the street can come and drink beer together. The skill that shuttles through the crevices of the stone is really strong. When he paused for a while, he raised his head and photographed the sky in the pinnacle. The angle of looking up is really beautiful.
Suddenly the stone slipped and rolled down all the way, just in time to get you stuck there. No more, no less.
127 hours, this is just the beginning.
It was still such a vast space just now, and now I am trapped in it. Every little detail has been enlarged.
Insects crawling around, the brand of the watch, the perspective from the water bottle, the crow flying overhead. You can see everything.
When the male pig pulled out a knife to try to cut off his arm, I was a little afraid to look at it. Although the broken arm has a chance to live, it is already the best choice. But I am a person with a heroic plot. I thought that in the end, there will be heroes when the hero is dying.
Everyone will not be able to hold it in the end. From the beginning, hold faith, and then with food and water a little bit less, your conviction is also less. Finally couldn't help being mad, couldn't help but shout: I DON'T WANT DIE.
Who wants it? Who doesn't want to live?
127 hours of near-death experience, enough to remind you of many life fragments. Who did you think of most at that time?
When I saw him really starting to try to cut his arm, I couldn't stand it anymore. You will feel the same pain every time you go through it. Later I learned that this is a documentary. So the story is true. Those broken tendons, broken bones, how do you do it?
How can you not fall down after experiencing this, and you can still hold on until you meet a human being on foot with a colleague.
It is said that the protagonist of the story continues to climb even after losing an arm.
How worthy of admiration? !
Every time after watching a movie, I can't help but search other people's film reviews to find a bit of empathy. I had to write it myself when I couldn't find it.
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