He is always on the road, wandering, involuntarily. Lying on the road in Idaho again, someone picked him up here, waiting for sadness or joy, still not he can grasp. Phoenix River's acting skills are really good, especially the confession, which makes people really feel the tragic nature of the protagonist.
"I seem to have come down this road like a broken face telling a good day or something," he said. He hardly spoke, was always passive, and fainted suddenly. His love for Scott was humble and pure, since he could not grasp anything in life. His search for his mother is also persistent and simple. The past is always dreaming, returning to the past, flowing clouds and green houses, and the kind face of my mother, can surround me. He had had a discussion with Scott about a "normal father and normal family" before, and he said that if he had a normal family and upbringing, he would be a normal person. A normal family means a normal father, and a dog. Scott didn't quite understand what he meant at the time, and didn't expect his "abnormal father" to be more special than he imagined. He is a fruit that should not have appeared in this world, and was born with sin. And with his thin body alone, he could not resist this fateful tragedy.
His world is fragmented, time is divided into strips by the fainting disease, often without knowing where he is. The family love has collapsed, the only warmth is still hard to find, and love is like a phantom bubble, with nowhere to land. He said, I love you. he yells, mom. He is a poor little animal who is constantly abandoned and picked up by different people. His fate is unknown and unpredictable. He is the epitome of their group, only more tragic. After their godfather, Bob, died, they indulged in a coffin. Madness comes from despair. Before despair, he cast a glance at Scott unwillingly. Scott had already complied with the agreement with the family, sat upright, suits and shoes, and returned to the upper world that originally belonged to him. Mike turned to embrace his countryman.
The road to Idaho is beautiful, with clouds flowing at the end, surrounded by large fields of pale yellow grass with no end in sight. He lay here in a dream. There is a strong sense of poetry and sadness in the dream. At this time, I relieved the depression a little, thinking, in his world, there is a quiet place. It's his own, one's, Idaho. Just as we have broken lives from time to time, there is also a tranquility and fragrance in the depths.
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