Leaving White Lake, like waking up from a big dream, there is still a grim reality in front of me, returning to rules, race, class, turmoil...people They left, their heads bowed, silent, thinking, their bodies covered in mud, no more jubilant noises, no more frenzied screams, just silence and chaos. Just where can they go and keep rushing to the next music festival full of youth hormones and be hippies on the road for a lifetime? Returning to the mediocre life of running for a living? Surrender to the mainstream and bid farewell to radical resistance? Or choose to die, stand with God, and laugh at all beings in the world? This is possible, there is no guesswork, and it may not be necessary. But no matter where they go next, as long as Woodstock's spirit doesn't die, and the rock and roll spirit doesn't die, someone will continue to fight for love, peace, and freedom, fighting like true warriors.
This is a story that moved me easily, for their courage, passion, youth, love and freedom. I'm not hippie, and I can't be, but I think no matter what era or background, love, peace, and freedom will be the eternal and unchanging themes of human society. It is something worthy of our perseverance and belief. Just like those with flowers on their heads, no matter how hard their lives are, they still have shining pupils and smile like children's hippies, moving with their hearts and living with the wind.
That is history that cannot be replicated, and that is an explosion of power enough to shock the young people of the universe. They're not crazy, they just love freedom.
The human nature after liberation is true, good and beautiful.
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