When I was 7 or 8 years old, my dad took me to a video store to rent pirated discs and looked back. It was the first time I saw "Terminator 1" which was older than my own age. The blurry picture was so painful. Mandarin dubbing. For countless nights, fantasizing about the plot of the movie becomes reality, and he can own such a domineering robot. Nuclear warfare, machines, chips, firearms, locomotives, love, these unfamiliar words suddenly blew up in the hearts of ignorant children.
Today, more than ten years later, I came to the cinema enthusiastically and sat in the middle of the rows of empty seats, as if I came to the front of the old sheriff, watching with relish and enjoying himself. But there was a seed with complicated feelings in my heart that bloomed and bore fruit.
The two clips are intertwined, and I can't help but feel a little trance, only here to pay tribute to childhood, to the American actor.
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