I once had a conversation with an American student studying abroad. He said that he loves Chinese culture very much and has an obsession with the East. I asked him what he loves, and he replied, the kind of sorrow that entangled my heart. He didn't forget to lick the ice cream in his hand.
I don't know where he learned this sentence, but when he heard it, I saw a face full of intoxication.
Perhaps, many Americans think so too. In the East, there is a so-called mysterious faint but always entangled sadness. They don't have it, and they want to try but can't get the results they fantasize.
This kind of experiment is like people who are used to eating Chaotian pepper will like porridge with less flavor.
It's just a temptation to defamiliarize, it cannot last, nor can it last.
It was this American young man. After taking a class of "The Book of Songs", he scratched his head and asked a question, why don't boys directly say to girls: I love you, be my wife. "The whole class laughed. No matter how much he loves Chinese culture and how obsessed with the East, he is still him. American youth eating ice cream.
No matter how deep this pair of golden boys and girls on American movie screens is, they are still Americans. This kind of oriental feelings can't be seen or experienced.
They tried their best, that is, they are like young Americans eating ice cream.
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