The movie is American. It's like watching "American Beauty" and "Juno" and feeling that life and kindness are the same thing. The girls died one after another. The boys try to save them as bystanders, but fail. The tone of the movie is really beautiful, and it turns out to be a dull family under such a sweet exterior. Thirteen-year-old Cecilia said, you never be a 13 years old girl. Suddenly I remembered San Mao said, "Mom, I was young at that time, but my pain and sorrow were real. To the effect. Also impressive is that sentence. I'm teenager. I got problem.
The only real philosophical problem is suicide. Mom, be optimistic about my red wedding dress, and don't let me die too early. It's a pity that the girls in the film didn't even wear wedding dresses. There are many people who are thinking about the reasons for their suicide. Hard to say. In the long and silent adolescence, everything is far from the roses under the light and shadow, the pain of those teenagers, even if you have experienced it, you may not remember it many years later. Years ago, I said that being alive is a mistake in itself. I didn't even bother to end my life back then. For me at the time, alive or dead, it made no difference. I remember clearly, that year, I was seventeen years old.
I suddenly have a feeling of old age. I suddenly understood what Lian said about feeling old. It doesn't matter if he is sarcastic or not. I really feel like my enthusiasm is waning, and it's such a disgusting thing to do with people and things. But I probably wouldn't think about suicide any more. Friends joke that virgins shouldn't commit suicide because they haven't experienced sex yet and their life is not complete. However, even if you experience it, is it useful? When you find that after lust, you are actually still empty. It is an emptiness that cannot be resisted by holding a warm body. That kind of feeling is desolate. So desolate that I would rather choose a long-term relationship, even if it's plain, but we will help each other instead of forgetting the rivers and lakes.
There is only one near death in life. The snow outside the window that day was so beautiful under the dim yellow light that I wanted to cry. I feel tired like the wings of a butterfly dancing in my heart. So eager to jump down.
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