Time is chaotic and fragmented, just like memories that are deliberately avoided but always picked up in the hearts of teenagers. Those unsightly scenes are pieced together in repetitive and disjointed plots, and eventually emerge inevitably. The roar of the train ran through my mind, and the old and painful face seemed to speak a thousand words in silence. The teenager had no choice but to run away and threw the skateboard that caused all the tragedy into the river on the dim overpass.
The teenager heard that he was called by the radio, so he got up, walked out of the classroom, and walked in the empty corridor. The boy walked for a long time, his movements were slowed down, and his face was close-up. The turbidity in his clear eyes spread quietly, his pupils were soaked in confusion, and his eyes were confused and scattered.
Teenagers can endure everything in life and tolerate everything that happens unprepared. He can swallow secrets that have nowhere to tell, and silently agree with a self-blaming and helpless father; he can concoct a series of lies to a mother who insists on separation, so that the other party has no choice; His own indifference passed; he could listen quietly, almost half-asleep, as his brother babbled. However, the tragedy that happened on the night of the 16th left him at a loss and completely lost his way.
When the friendly girl told him: "Write it down, write it to me", if the teenager found a narrow but only exit. The powerful force in his heart that compelled him led him to the abyss of fear and confusion, and the unspoken secret was like a cruel shackle, binding him, making him fall in a person's pain and be speechless; It is like a ruthless haze, thick and heavy, making him sink in the blank sorrow and want to cry without tears. So he wrote desperately, as if he had made a bet with his life. The notebook mastered all the fine and chaotic thoughts in his heart, and it was his breakthrough point. Every inch of his skin stained with tension was writing. There are signs of relaxation in the secret process.
The fire burns wildly. In the dark night, the boy is enveloped by loneliness, and the complete story woven from words is sold into a wanton airflow in the bright flame. melt. Even if the raging fire took away the pile of rough paper and the hurried and chaotic signature pens, it was unable to turn the intricate emotions in his heart into carbon dioxide and go with the wind together.
The movie came to an end with the backs and smiling faces of many skateboarders, and when the cast came out, only the pleasant music swirled in the black background. I just don't know whether the young man whose life is in chaos can face a series of tricks under the control of his fate, and whether he can get out of the rubble of time fragments and memories.
As the video says, no one is ready.
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