Watching this movie, my own crimes and vexatious hysteria seem to be replayed scene by scene.
I had no idea what the pressures of study and competition can drive a teenage child into, until I started going through it all. Every day I feel like a fire, I can't burn the teacher, I can't burn the classmates, most of the time I am a silent match, until the moment I go home, my mother can detonate me with anything.
It started to burn, roared loudly, for the fine dust on the table, for the damp air in the room, for the sound of walking, for the same dishes as yesterday, for a joke, and even for the breath that was still going on.
Throwing things, scolding her loudly in front of her sister, ruthless, with the same rhetoric as a boy.
"Bitch, idiot, why don't you get out?"
Most of the mothers were silent, and then apologized. Apologize to me for all my vexatiousness. I know I'm neurotic, but I can't control anything. I felt that my spirit was breaking down and my emotions were unstable, but everything could not be stopped. In front of the countdown to the college entrance examination, all thoughts of fragile, slender, family, friendship, life, and life were irrelevant.
In those days, the joke my mother made the most was, you crazy, see if I don't beat you well after the college entrance examination.
I don't have the candor of a boy, I'm clearly aware of my morbidity, but I've never confessed to my crimes like a mother, apologized, and said, I love you. I love you no matter what.
On the way to take me to college, my mother sat in the car, smoking, and leaning against the window. Said, finally got rid of your crazy, my good day is coming.
Then, still crying. Say, don't go crazy with others, study hard.
In the movie, the boy chose absolute freedom. Maybe I feel that my bond with my mother is broken, maybe I have chosen my true "hope".
In life, I want to tear my screen from 1:1 to 16:9.
Born to live to die.
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