Hope for the stars and moon, and finally look forward to this day.
On July 11th, I had two coupons for the Oscar cinema in my pocket, and I couldn’t find a suitable person to watch it for a day. The girl was not suitable, and the girl they didn’t understand, at least the current girl next to me couldn’t. They will only get a lot of snot soaked by Japanese and Korean artificial spermless boys. They will only scream at SB's white face on the audition show and then madly press their mobile phones to send text messages. How can they understand that our group of people are young Guo Jingming looks up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, wandering in the universe, and the sorrow of the universe flowing backwards into a river of broad sentiment?
Don't get me wrong, I am not a fan of Guo Xiao4. Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, we are looking forward to a certain day when an alien smashes the window glass of our house and flies in. We are so sad that the alien has never smashed the window glass of our house.
So I looked for Lao Yang. Lao Yang is the most suitable. Lao Yang and I are a generation, both from the controller + black and white TV-arcade game hall-video hall-Internet cafes. I worked hard as a gardener in our university, and I didn't let it go during the summer vacation. For the education of the motherland, Lao Yang watched the Autobots flying around here, and it was so miserable to be alone over there.
Then I went to Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao was in high spirits. When I heard that Oscar was too far away from their home, I was afraid that his wife would scold him when he went home late at night, so he quit again.
You know, compared to the cold Autobot, his wife is more attractive to him now.
So I didn't go to the show on the day of the show. I kept dragging, dragging, dragging, and dragging it until yesterday afternoon. Damn, I went to watch it by myself!
Yesterday afternoon, together with a group of kindergarten children, I bought a bunch of prawn crackers and potato chips in the supermarket inside the Oscar, and then waited in a long queue for a long time and watched the afternoon session.
Surprisingly, after entering, I found out: Autobots can take all the audience between the ages of 6 and 60.
It's full, full!
On my left, a 30-year-old couple with a 6-year-old boy; on the right, a 60-year-old old lady with a buddy who is about my age, or that buddy takes both of them. An old man; in front of me, there is a group of little middle school girls, chirping, get used to it at school, watching movies are all sitting neatly in a row; behind me, there are four kindergarten children, when the movie is in the middle, a child said that uncle, you can Sit down? You are blocking us. Oh, I'm embarrassed for a while, can you hear me, uncle! I'm a fucking uncle now!
I figured it out in my heart, hey, I'm really in the middle by age.
My dear friends, do you know that audiences from 6 to 60 years old go to the same movie to watch a movie. What a brilliant scene this is!
Let’s not talk about the film. Although it was dubbed in Mandarin and cut by the SARFT, when we were young, the teacher often told us that the 21st century high technology, especially the rapid development of computer technology, has become a reality. The teacher did not lie to us. You see, the unparalleled CG level of the two major American Paramount + DreamWorks film companies, coupled with the Dolby surround sound configuration of the Oscar Cinemas, has greatly satisfied all my childhood dreams. When the Autobots in the film are together After gathering the earth and converging around the little boy, when the "Zichikaka Cool" collectively deformed, the background music sounded, and suddenly my heart was infinitely moved, and tears rushed up, and I almost endured it, my buddy. I cried in the cinema... =_=
Seriously, I suddenly understood that during the Spring Festival this year, when I showed my mother the "Sun at Eight or Nine O'clock" that I downloaded from the Internet, she Crystal tears flashed in his eyes.
I have given the director 100 points! Fuck the plot! Fuck ads! Fuck BUG! Fuck the ideology! All over the world, school-age children, older children, over-age children, unite, long live the Autobots!
Tsichikaka is cool!
Okay, I won’t talk to you anymore. I have to go back and look through the box to find my Phoenix Bronze Saint Garment, and then practice the Little Universe. My Saint Garment needs to be washed, dried, and polished. , Waxing, oops, I haven't worn it for years.
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