"I now know why you are fighting, and you have to know who you are." The wife looked at her husband before the final, and said with a trembling voice.
In the Great Depression of New York, chaos, poverty, and panic spread like spreading. People lived in humble and numb lives, struggling on the verge of collapse every day. No matter how much courage you muster before dawn, it seems that only reality is waiting for you when you go out. The cruelty and despair make everyone unable to see tomorrow, and there is no way out. Life has become an unspeakable torture. It does not move, but it wears away the remaining flesh and blood and anger of people day after day, replacing it with the withering of walking corpses.
However, destiny did not seem to notice that there was a dead fighter named Black who did not intend to buy his account. We don't know when this person was beautiful, but in the poor and precarious today, he has never shown any decadence or depression.
Unlike most people who have fought in Vanity Fair, he does not seem to be tainted with boastful and arrogant style, and he is not as lost as before. He is gentle, simple, shy, and not good at speech, even in the bloody boxing ring. , He did not show the usual passion, but only showed a rock-solid reason. He couldn't see gorgeous performances, and it was hard to find the temperament of a star. But it was such a middle-aged man who looked introverted and dull. With his hands and will, he awakened the confidence of the entire country and left a legend that people will remember.
There is no doubt that he is a man full of strength. He paid the price of three fractures and failed to get a penny. He also faced the revocation of his license without any expression of resentment, but only with an almost He said in a sad tone, "Let me take something home with me? A broken hand?" to vent his painful emotions; when he learned that the children had been sent away, he went out angrily, but only ran to the club to lower himself. The head used sincere language to beg for help; he was embarrassed when he received the relief fund, but he did not feel inferior. When returning the relief fund, he looked calm as normal; the next day he failed, he went silently looking for what he had promised to the family in the crowd. Guarantee, the same is true the day after his victory. He has never been grandiose words and deeds in the game, and he can't even see the burning fighting spirit in his eyes, but you can clearly feel a kind of unyielding supported by strong conviction from his peaceful face that lacks passion. He is like a machine with a human touch. While faithfully playing the role of family and society, he also exudes a strong and warm charm. His spiritual tenacity is not only strong enough to support himself and his family, but also enough to inspire a nation and illuminate a country.
He is a down-to-earth and inspirational template, but also a simple man worthy of people's love. It is not because he helped his family get out of trouble by himself, not because he won the game, or even because he was hard to bear. The responsibility of family and society is because he truly persisted in his beliefs formed for various reasons, even if the bones are broken, even if no one is applauding, even if he goes out today, he will not come back.
I admire him for being able to insist on keeping the children by his side because of his love, and for this he was so faceless to reach out to ask for money. This made me see the greatness of love. I was touched by his affectionate farewell to the children before the final. I saw the depth of responsibility. But I like him the most about being beaten on the ring by an unethical opponent. When he tilts his head and looks at the opponent, there is a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. There is no bluffing, and no psychological pressure. It's just that if there is no With a smile, he clearly conveyed his stubborn self-confidence: I will not fall.
I won't play tricks, I won't use any means, I won't dodge, I won't give up, I won't be afraid, I will only be fair and honest.
I will fight you down with one punch and one punch, and convince you that you lose.
No matter who you are, boxing champion or God, I will not be afraid and retreat.
That is the highest state that a person can achieve in the implementation and persistence of one's own will and belief.
When the audience flocked to this hero in mind, what flashed in my mind was the little prank he went home and pretended to fail after winning the game twice, that kind of childish clumsy humor.
It turns out that no matter how life treats him, this man has never changed.
He is not arrogant and domineering, but he has an affinity and calmness.
"You are Birkin's fighting dog, the pride of New Jersey, you are everyone's hope, and the children's idol..." The wife's tone is excited and affectionate, her support is extremely sincere because of understanding, but his expression is still Gentle and calm.
It is a kind of reassuring gentleness, containing the kind of inexhaustible, upward, and tenacious things we call vitality. Few people can persist as calmly as he, and persistence in a desperate environment can easily be regarded as a kind of self paranoia, but as long as it chooses the right direction and is given enough time, it will release Amazing power. It's not as radiant as ambitions, and not so respected by sentient beings like talents, but it will never go out, and it will be full of energy.
Peaceful persistence is the sunshine in the rainstorm.
So we saw the people who chased the car and waved to him, those who cheered for him in the tavern, the people who changed the property and bought a ticket to the finals, those who were at home, churches, squares, and boxing rings. All those who were awakened by him with inner courage and hope. They all stood up and shouted his name, watching him insist on punching for everyone and reaching the end, watching him sway an ordinary heart, the courage that gushes out in adversity, and swayed a kind of hardship. The unyielding will of the former waved a shining memory of a gloomy era, and waved a country's warm hope for tomorrow.
Hemingway said that the world destroyed everyone, but in those destroyed places, there were many strong people later.
The picture gradually faded, and the black and white freeze frame made the story in the subtitles more real. He retired from boxing, joined the war, and did business. . . And the prize money won in that game that went down in history was used by him to buy a house for the whole family to live in, and spend his old age here, he used his actions to show what kind of person he is. Perhaps the image of a man is established through constant dedication. Perhaps the persistence of love and responsibility itself means vacating one’s shoulders to carry the burden of others. It’s just such an approach, advocating free will and flaunting the individual. I don't know whether the value of today is out of date or more precious.
But I know that this movie tells an ordinary character and a great story.
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