In the summer of 2002, I watched "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle" with some buddies. Most people left halfway and went to a nearby Internet cafe to play CS, but I was the only one who insisted on watching it and sighed.
At that time, I spent all day in the gloomy projection hall of the university, with the life and death on the screen or sadness or joy. At that time, I liked Gu Ying’s self-pity, and I liked to make a fuss about the disease. I liked to copy the sentences from Haruki Murakami’s novels on my notebook during class: “The world is changing every day, in a time we don’t know.”
Several years have passed, I From a student to a social person, the days of soaking in the auditorium have long since become a vague shadow under the erosion of the years.
Really, there are so many things in the past that can be forgotten. The peace at the end of the big play, and the annoyance on the side of saving, will all disappear under the blowing of time. But there are always some fragments of memory that will quietly settle down, waiting for a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, abruptly stirred up by some accidental karma, and flying again for some inexplicable reason.
A few days ago, the city had its first snow since the beginning of winter. On that cold windy night, I revisited the movie called "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle" again. There are so many times and so many thoughts that have been stirred up by the wind. In other people's stories, I saw the green years of my own that were gone forever, and the innocence of my own drifting away.
A movie hit me twice in over two years. I thought I should write something about this movie.
2
Youth.
"Youth" is the most beautiful word in the world. Beautiful as first love. First love is only once, so it is precious. We can fall in love again, fall in love again, fall in love countless times, but the first love is only once, and once it leaves, it will never look back, more ruthless than the most ruthless woman.
Youth is also only once. So we exhausted all the beautiful words to miss the sweetness and bitterness of the first love of youth, the throbbing of the dream and the tears shed after the unfulfilled.
Seventeen is the most brilliant youth. Everyone has dreams when they are seventeen, big or small. What do you want to have? What do you have? Is it a Moonlight Treasure Box, a Purple Gold Sword or a Bicycle? When I was seventeen, I was a sophomore in high school, and my biggest dream was to get into college and leave the city. It's not really a dream, it's easy to achieve, and then it turns out that every city is more or less the same.
So, whose dream is a seventeen-year-old bicycle?
3
Xiaogui is a boy from the countryside. At the age of seventeen, he entered the city for the first time. In this city, which is prosperous or indifferent, he is looking for the way of life at a loss. He should have gone to study, but he just opened his timid eyes and wore a tattered wool vest, looking at everything around him curiously, and everything around him that didn't belong to him.
He found a job delivering courier services, and he had a crush on the bright and bright girl in the opposite building. He rode a bicycle issued by the company through the streets of Beijing, and the wind blew his clothes up. Xiaogui's bright and simple smile flew with his brand-new bicycle in this city where the air was full of wind and sand.
In another day, he will be able to own the bike. However, the car was stolen.
So I began to search, persistently and silently. Xiaogui took the most primitive method. He wandered the streets and alleys of Beijing every day, looking for a car in the traffic flow in Beijing with more traffic than a hair, stubbornly looking for it. Until the city kid in the school uniform whizzed past him.
The same seventeen-year-old Xiaojian is studying in a vocational high school in Beijing, and his dream is also a bicycle.
The young heart is so sensitive, how can there be no bicycle, how can it be different from the classmates? All his good wishes are tied to the bike. He worked hard to fulfill the conditions that his father promised to buy bicycles one after another, and he was so looking forward to it. In the end, for his sister to go to a key middle school, his wish failed again.
Finally, he stole the money that should have bought him a bike and went to the used car market to buy a nice new bike. With this silver variable-speed cross-country bike, Xiaojian has the vanity to be on an equal footing with his classmates, and he can no longer have low self-esteem to pursue the girl he likes.
But, unfortunately, this bicycle is the one that Xiaogui was stolen from. Two young people who had never met before, two children with similar fates, were tied together by a bicycle by fate.
Xiaojian parked the car by the river, walked to the girl he liked, and wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but after several attempts, he finally didn't dare. That nervous and cramped demeanor, that kind of youthful and ignorant beauty, makes people laugh and make people smile. However, at this time, Xiaogui saw his car.
Xiaogui rode his car at a high speed, and Xiaojian took steps to catch up. Seventeen-year-old bicycle, to whom does it belong?
Xiaojian's classmates helped him get the bicycle back, and Xiaogui stole it back in the middle of the night. Both sides insisted and refused to let go. When Xiaojian's friends finally started rushing up to grab the car, Xiaogui held onto the handlebars tightly, and the car and his entire body were lifted up and suspended in the air. He was crying and lying on the top of the car, howling again and again, desperately.
In the end, it was impossible, and the two parties took a step back: one person rides the car for a day, and the car is delivered on time at the specified location every day. A simple wish has many twists and turns.
It was as if everything was back to the way it was, back to those good days, the days of hope. Until one day, in order to get back the girl he loves, Xiaojian smashed a little gangster's head with a brick.
When he handed over the bicycle to Xiao Gui, he was overtaken by the vengeful people. Chase, beat, growl, cry. A fat man desperately broke the bike, one after another. The bridle is crooked, the tire is broken, and the body is twisted. That is Xiaogui's dream and hope.
Xiao Gui, who has always been cowardly, was angry and broke out. He grabbed a brick and smashed it on the fat young man's head, then slumped beside the bicycle that had turned into a pile of scrap metal, not moving.
In the end, Xiao Gui finally got back the bike that was smashed by the gangster. He was covered in injuries, carrying his bicycle through traffic, through traffic lights, and into places we couldn't see.
Where is his paradise?
4
It's a heavy movie despite all the beautiful shots.
High school girl Xiaoxiao smiled shallowly when she turned her head, Xiaojian released the handlebars and galloped by the river, Xiaogui ran with a smile in the indifferent crowd in the city... Even Xiaojian rode a bicycle and circled the girl Xiaoxiao. They are all beautiful, the ignorance and shyness of young people, he has a thousand words but dare not say them, he can only look at the person he likes step by step like a wounded little beast with bewildered eyes.
These are beautiful and beautiful, but the movie is really heavy. Poverty is equally unavoidable for both Xiaogui from the countryside and Xiaojian from the city. It is so realistic and cruel that you want to ignore it, but it follows you all the time.
A seventeen-year-old cannot choose his own destiny, he can only accept it. Although there was a struggle, I finally fell into the same position as most people. Xiao Gui picked up the leftover cigarette butt of the fellow, and gently spit out a smoke ring; Xiao Jian picked up the stone and smashed it on the head of the social gangster who robbed the girl he liked by showing off his car skills.
This may be the price of growth, and this may be growth itself.
5
Outside the window is snowflakes flying all over the sky.
I was a little sad: the moment I bowed my head, the world has changed its youth. Gone are the days when I sat on the threshold of youth and ran wild, together with my seventeen years old and my naive dreams.
Those love and misses that once haunted my heart will always be included in the bag, and will always be sealed in the memory. Although cycling has never been my dream, this movie called "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle" has witnessed a certain part of my youthful years because it is the end of the curtain, so I am so sad.
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