These two people rode a broken motorcycle like this on the road And one of them is called Che Guevara.
From Buenos Aires, the romantic journey begins. South America, such a magical land, in my imagination is Neruda dancing with little but hot girls. Riding on this land, you can see the sea, desert and rainforest, just as beautiful and rough as in the movie. In addition to the city, you can see more uninhabited scenery, as well as doodle motorcycles and Loud people on motorcycles. At this time, there should be music. I thought of two songs in my mind, both of which originated from the movie.
When you write and write, you can't help but indulge your own feelings. Traveling or running away is just like this. The people who come back get carried away telling their own stories, and the listeners have long been wandering.
I am always so sure that every time I leave, I will give myself a kind of strength, which mostly comes from the bumpy journey to the next stop. This stop is over, what will we think halfway through.
The turning point of this story is also in that halfway night, the conversation by the bonfire, and the click in the movie is over, but Che Guevara's night in the windy desert has changed.
The blood flowing into reality and revolution in romanticism goes deeper and deeper along this road. The situation of everyone who appeared sparsely on the desert road made his heart collide again and again. For such an idealist, the stirring emotions in his heart made him have an urge to change the nation and even the entire human race before he changed himself. This urge has no scruples when he saw that letter. This is communism. The beginning of the budding ideal of ideology, with the unrealistic blueprint surging by hormones, to forge ahead fearlessly, thus arousing more and more people, more and more such people, the once unrealistic is also practical , the once impossible is more possible. I think this is where the Communists are primitive and great. So ah, during the revolution, the ideal of these people getting together to burn makes us look up to the mountains. If there is no revolution, it will be peaceful. If these people get together again, they can only play mahjong.
Che Guevara's inner revolutionary feelings were ignited, especially during his time in the leprosy village. The segregation and discrimination he saw brought his ideal of seeking justice and equality to a peak. When he jumped into the water and swam across the Amazon River to the other side, it was his determination and symbol to start his actions. Since he chose a distant place, he had to go through trials and tribulations...
So I believe that every journey will change. No matter where you go, there are Who accompanies you, who you meet, what is the scenery along the way, as long as you stop for a while, thinking is enough. Thinking about how I was in the mountains in the west a few months ago, watching those children and villages, I also had the fantasy of changing the world. Che Guevara's revolutionary impulse at that time still remains, because the world still has too much injustice, too much unfreedom, and too much inequality. On the train back home, there were still too many people lying on the aisles of the carriages, tossing and turning. These people returning home were more tired physically and mentally than they missed home... These things on the road, even if they are in a hurry The passers-by, passers-by A passer-by B, also made people suddenly emotional.
Change the world, can we change them? There is no way to start. If half a century ago, we took up arms, abandoned our family, abandoned our sons, turned grass into pirates, and shouted: "For the sake of ideals, I will kill you!" And now? The society educates us to be turtles, not only have to shrink in, but also not hard. Confused, we were occasionally inspired by some silly B hormones and could only be with Du Kang.
Later we learned that we can't change the world, but the strange thing is that in the process of trying to change the world, we all changed ourselves...
PS: And often on the road, to find the old self...
2011/1 /20
nights
View more about The Motorcycle Diaries reviews
