The distance and poetry, travel and fun, these are given more and more meaning by adults, so much that the meaning itself loses its meaning. The child's world does not need meaning. Four blankets, two water bottles, a comb, and a gun, and the pooled cost of 3.27 points, sprayed water during the game, flashed over the train, camped overnight in the forest with a fire, waded through a pond full of leeches... All this is like a game, although the motive is serious, but it is ridiculously unfounded: to find a corpse that you don't know at all.
Vern picked up a comb, Teddy was holding the soldier's name tag, Gordie put on the hat given by his brother, and Chris stole his father's gun. Handsome, proud, warm, and protective, these are the things necessary for survival in the eyes of children.
Vern has always been a child with no sense of existence, asking unnecessary questions, saying unnecessary words, carrying unnecessary combs, and doing unnecessary things. This is a pure child, simply living in his own childish confusion. In the eyes of adults, he is just a superfluous existence that does not need to be cared about. But the adults have forgotten, and they have been superfluous inadvertently. Or they all remember, but they just don't want to remember. With a comb in his arms, Vern was initially encouraged to go on the road because he could be in the newspaper on TV, and maybe even get a medal-if he was finally to be seen, then he must be handsome. Although the comb fell when he crawled across the train bridge with his hands and feet unnecessarily, and eventually gave up the opportunity to be rewarded for finding the corpse, he would still pick up a penny on the road that others could not see. , And so happy from the bottom of my heart.
When Teddy reappeared, he changed into an imitation military outfit, and the name tag chain on his neck dangled on the neckline, and the whole journey was treated as a battle by him. Even though he had abused him, his father was still a soldier who participated in the Normandy landing. He was a hero he tried desperately to defend and imitate, and he was proud of him. The stubbornness when he insisted on flashing the train, the humiliation and anger in his eyes when he was ridiculed by the old man at the garbage station, and when he wanted to fight, he was dissatisfied with the end of the Gordie story and wanted to be more violent. Hearing the strange noises in the forest, he took the initiative to find ghosts. , The carelessness of walking on the train bridge and crossing the pond... Trying to be brave and mature, but I don’t understand what courage is, but instead of his father’s recklessness and rudeness—because death is too far away from him, it’s just a word , Even a word with a sense of heroism. Until they saw the corpse they were looking for, until they faced the real death threats from the punks. Teddy's carelessness died.
Gordie has been in the shadow of a good brother since he was a child, but his brother is also his only source of warmth. At the dinner table, the father talked endlessly about the elder son’s football game and future. He was indifferent to the younger son, and the mother just asked casually. After the eldest son died, the mother was silent and the father was rude. All that surrounded Gordie was undisguised indifference. And disappointed. In the past, my elder brother would read the stories he wrote, would tell him that he liked it, would bypass his father’s question and lead the topic to his younger brother’s talents, would give him his own lucky hat, and would give him a big hug. But these were buried with my brother. Even the hat was snatched by the street gangsters before the journey began, leaving him only the guilt of the survivors: the brother who made his father proud died, but he was alive who disappointed his father.
The indifference of the family always reminds him that he is not worthy of talent, not worthy of dreams, not worthy of living, or even worthy of crying at his brother's funeral. The parents lost a son, but forgot that there was another, and this one also lost a loved one just like them. Although the plan to find the corpse was made by him, his obsession was not a reward, but a corpse, even though he didn't understand why. Gordie finally cried after seeing the corpse, crying out of the sadness and longing that was suppressed by the guilt that shouldn't be endured at his brother's funeral.
Children from bad families are born bad, and bad children are incurable, so there is no need to save them. The bad boy label made Chris have seen the deepest evil, not from other people's pointers, but from a teacher who had confessed his mistakes to him because of his guilt. A child's respect and trust in adults, and even his belief in the world have completely collapsed.
But because of this, he knows better what kindness is, and he has a maturity beyond other children. I’m all watching "Mickey Mouse Club". For Goofy, Gordie is suspicious of asking questions, Vern is confused when he receives a question slowly, Teddy is simple and sure without thinking, and Chris answers this almost naively with thoughtfulness and seriousness. problem.
The gun he stole was the only safety consideration for the children during this trip, because only he understood how bad the world was, and he himself always protected the children as the eldest brother. Although he no longer has any hope for his own destiny, he still loves life sincerely, will be anxious for Teddy's carelessness about his life, regret for Gordie's disdain for his ideals, and helpless for Vern's clumsiness.
When he met his brother's gangsters on the street, he bowed his head after protesting and subdued, just as he gave up his defense and carried a stigma that was not his own. He was not cowardly, but he knew that fate never gave him too many opportunities. When Bian met again, he didn't want to accept such mockery again. This was the only dignity left by a child.
Vern’s longing for attention’s childhood fell into the river with the comb, Teddy’s heroic childhood followed his father into the lunatic asylum, Gordie’s warm and cared childhood fell into the soil with his brother, and Chris’s simple and kind childhood was completely worn by the teacher. On the body. The four children were already dying slowly, just silently. Finding the corpse is a long funeral, defending the corpse is the final speech, and covering it with a blanket is the final farewell. Two days later, the small town that was almost the entire world became smaller, because childhood finally died.
Four children went on the road looking for the body of another child. They did not bring any dry food but they brought a comb and a gun. The comb fell on the road and the gun rang at the end. Four children stood looking at the body of another child. They covered him with a blanket and walked silently. Up
A movie that made me sleepless all night, staring at the first birdsong at three o'clock in the morning, I heard the birds calling out to the sun, and remembering a playmate from my childhood that I never thought of. Pee and mud, pick up trash, steal radishes, run around in the streets, burn things after squeezing into abandoned tin huts, endure the smell of gasoline and go into the concrete trenches for car repairs... When I was a child, I thought there was so much time and so long, and now I think I thought, maybe it's just been mixed for a few months. Later, I became a sister, to be obedient, to be a role model for my cousin and cousin, not to follow those bastards crazy; later in elementary school, to be a good student, I never saw those bastards again, even Never think of it again. Many years ago, I heard that the only child whose name I still remember who lived downstairs from my grandmother's house walked almost the path of Little Fatty Vern. Since then, there has been no news and never cared about it.
A childhood friend is not necessarily the best friend, but it must be a childhood friend only.
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was five.
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