Always carnival when passing away, like an abandoned person, trying to attract attention again through noise.
Such a hypocritical habit can only be more heroic with helpless training.
I am a young boy in my early 20s. I went to elementary school in 1991-96. By analogy, I went to junior high school in as many years as I went, and in how many years I went to high school, university, and then graduated.
I have seen what people in those ages saw, played with what people in those ages played, and ate what people in those ages ate. Then enter the society with the title of 80s or 90s. Then, I accidentally ran into the torrent of memories of this generation. . .
What should I remember? Do you remember my lost youth?
Why do I always feel that even when I am thirty years old, I can't hold back my face to cherish the memory of my lost youth.
Why?
He has not sacrificed his 28 years for his brothers like Val.
I haven't experienced the loneliness under the glimmer of light like Doc.
I haven't been immersed in the pain of losing a beloved love like Hirsch.
This is said from the movie.
In reality, I have never been starved like my parents, I have seen people who die of starvation, can't go to school, and do hard work stupidly without knowing to complain.
How does such unhardened youth pass away?
So there are still thousands of miles away from the death of youth, Yunheyue, Mo Siliang? (Is it that way?) The
words are all here, and the words such as youth and passing will pop out of the noisy and yelling. . . It feels so hypocritical that you always put yourself in old age and frailty while crying bitterly in memory. . . .
How to describe it?
Exaggeration is not a sin to satisfy an empty and boring life,
but why should you make your life empty and boring?
The three old brothers in the film are all so old that they still need to take drugs, drag racing, and kill people.
You are still so young, you have forgotten the promise you made to yourself before.
Then the three older brothers who should sit down and drink tea "reminiscing about the old days" would rather die than admit that they are old.
You are so young, you can't wait to cherish the memory of your lost youth.
Moreover, even if the three of those brothers were brave and generous to remember, they still squeezed for a long time, and said nonsense: Try helping me up again.
I really want to sigh to each of the young people who exclaimed: "
I'm getting old" back to the last sentence: "Well, yes. But I'm still young, at least forty years younger!"
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