At that moment, if there was still a little sense of civilized movie watching restraining myself, I would I can't help but get up, throw off my high heels, catch my teeth, go on a trip, go wandering, go to the ends of the earth, as long as I'm on the road, I just want to be on the road, yes, I just want to be on the road...
"Motorcycle Diary" The protagonist of the book is famous, the most handsome and perfect Marxist revolutionary in South America, and the hero who fought side by side with Castro-Dr. Che Guevara, describes his experience of crossing South America for the second time. However, I don't want to talk about revolutionaries, and I don't want to talk about the growth process of heroes. In my eyes, it is just an ordinary Argentine youth, an ordinary medical student, a journey of young people to pursue their dreams. This is much simpler. Preference is only because it returns to the essence of road movies, all the way, thousands of miles of style, bumps all the way, infinite world. There are visual shocks, witty humor, the beauty of chance encounters, the parting Yiyi, the warmth and warmth of humanity, the pain of the soul, the thinking of life, and the endless journey...
Therefore, it awakens the hidden in the heart. Impulsivity and passion, the yearning that only wants to be on the road and see all kinds of people. The director did it, with wisdom and composure, and always calmly, restrained and accurately grasped the direction of the whole film. The photographer did it, with full of emotion, in the most concise and non-fancy way, to present the most magnificent mountains and rivers, the most abundant soul; the actor did it, with eyes, smiles, limbs and infinite blank space...
The movie It is a low-budget production, but it is more shocking than any masterpiece. When Che Guevara swam across the untraversed waters and came to his leper friends to spend the last moments of their birthdays and the last night of farewell, this seemingly crazy move brought tears to the eyes of the audience... ...not for the so-called equality, fraternity, and freedom, but only for the firmness of obedience to the deepest desire and will of the heart, the reckless persistence, willfulness and even madness.
If you don't have a little bit of madness, I'm afraid it will be difficult to keep on the road. Without a bit of stupidity, it would be difficult to maintain a pure heart all the time.
What we lack, isn't this crazy and silly. We only have one life, we are still struggling with the advance and retreat of one foot, the short and long of one inch, and the momentary joys and sorrows, and turn a deaf ear to the real desire in our hearts. Sometimes, I hate the word perseverance, because perseverance, continuous accumulation, continuous accumulation, continuous lag, continuous accumulation...
I really want to know that the moment when countless deceased closed their eyes, they took a long breath and swallowed it. In addition to the vitality of life, is there any regret and helplessness that cannot be said, can't be explained, or even don't understand it?
No one can avoid regret and helplessness. The sad thing is that they know but have not gone to run and chase. Maybe there are many reasons, subjective and objective... Only occasionally, can we indulge ourselves on the road, on the motorcycle, galloping through the mountains, let the wind kiss the skin, let the water touch the bare feet, Let the unfamiliar city surround the unfamiliar soul, and let the urge to only want to be on the road continue to overflow, overflow, overflow, until it is occupied by the strong nostalgia...
At this moment, I think that I am not the only daughter, I can put everything aside and walk on the road. The way I want to go, wandering.
At this moment, I want to have you beside me, riding a motorcycle, letting the wind blow with long hair, under a starry sky, galloping to our distance.
At this moment, Duoxiang is already in a foreign country, under the bright lights, with a strange face, a little lonely, and reminiscent of the warm and long start.
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