I am sick like a mountain and go away like a thread. Every day I can't sleep, and I am very sad to think about how I can live, those family members who are dragged down by my selfishness and shamelessness, those work and future that I have neglected, and so on.
Shrinking myself in a shell, I know that every time I am too lazy to secrete warmth, the final result is that no one is willing to give me tender memories when time passes.
So I can only drag a few people, knowing that they may still be willing to give without asking for anything in return.
Well, I don't mean to say anything inspirational. The above has nothing to do with this movie.
I watched this documentary when I couldn't figure it out. The following nonsense only proves that the film is very successful in creating gods.
I didn't know anything about F1 and this car god before. After reading it, the only real thing is to remember his idol-like face, the rest are mostly YY. Aries hot-blooded, South American's unique innocence and savagery, paranoid pursuit of victory and speed, and a South American who speaks pretty good English (I admit that I am comparing another South American who can't even speak English==) , such a quiet and soft eyes, and a mouth-watering figure.
So I also think MP4-4 is the most beautiful car. After searching some of his interviews and videos one after another, as well as top gear's special commemorating him, the poisonous tongue Jeremy Xian Sen arrogantly said that I have never been a fan of Senna, but every moment of his driving is so amazing.
For me, the most flamboyant part of the documentary is probably the following:
After being crashed by Prost at Suzuka Circuit, I continued the race through a safe passage, and still managed to cross the line for the first time after being a long way behind. It doesn't matter how it turns out, this madman's enthusiasm and confidence are enough to make the opponent shudder.
With 7 laps left in the race at home, the gearbox got stuck, and when he ran the entire distance with god-like perseverance and won, he made such a cry, and finally fainted in the car. The whole country climaxed for him. South Americans somehow need a god.
Other than that, those moments of champagne and champagne won't really matter.
The reporter asked him: Has any girl ever said to you, "Senna, hurry up!" He thought about it for five seconds and said happily, there really is!
So again I want to conclude that this is a South American, and I like South Americans.
It seems that human beings like the thrill of speed, otherwise there is no slower movement. When I changed the channel, I also lingered on the racing program and liked the noise very much. But it is said that after him, F1 is now just a game played by children.
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