When the time comes to 2018, the future that has been repeatedly mentioned in the past movies has arrived. I have reached the age of the role of Uncle Robin, and I look at this era in which I live: time has not brought the pure happiness, wealth and beauty in the movie, nor has it brought the despair, hope, shock and magnificence in the movie, this era is even more There are many alienated individuals who are mediocre, anxious, bored, restless, greedy, confused, and good at disguising. When Hollywood remakes the classic movies of the past, Dashi Johnson became the hero of this era. In American movies, Indian faces, blacks and Asians became the majority, and the traditional Americans represented by whites were not the protagonists of this era. . As foreshadowed in the 1995 movie, when the handicraft industry in the southern small town is facing changes by commerce, money, capital and alienated people’s hearts, the sculpture of American General Robert Lee standing in the center of the small town will all be changed. Developers and foreign immigrants will use bulldozers to crush them. When Americans missed the peaceful year of 1969 in 1995, I missed 1995 by typing with an iPhone. Over the past 20 years, we have watched cool CG special effects movies, lived in a nice elevator apartment, and enjoyed convenient goods and services. I even watched a movie more than 20 years ago to tears. In the past twenty years, I always feel strongly about what I have lost, and what has been lost? Lost, tangible, intangible, cherished, dependent, hopeful, beautiful. The film in 1995 used brave adventures to tell the audience about responsibility and courage; with lost family affection, tells the audience about cherishing and protecting the audience; using heroes to save beauty and childhood sweethearts, and heal the audience's lonely existence. In the movie, when the protagonists each return to the moment of changing their lives, reshaping a beautiful life, this is simply the plot that mankind has always dreamed of, if everything can be repeated. . . If everything can be over again, if I bravely take up to face and complete the crazy game of this world, do I have a chance to go back to the time in my memory, back to the time when Robin Williams was still there, back to K When Christine Dunst was still not Mary Jane, when the people at work were not crowded on the Metro Line 1, when the kindergarten was not more expensive than the kindergarten that someone’s baby went to, go back to your friend. When I was still talking about movies with you instead of Alibaba, the Chinese dream and house prices, when so many relatives were still not old, the innocent and happy boy who came back stood on the balcony and looked at the soft sun outside. In every corner of memory.
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