No matter how difficult, heart-wrenching, unbearable, or unchangeable things are, you can suddenly think of something and laugh.
This is called self-reduction, instinctive self-protection.
The teacher that Feng Xiaogang made a cameo in this movie is one of the objects that I am inexplicably laughing at.
He said:
This class - we are talking about - Sino-Russian - Nerchinsk - Treaty. (Reread the three words Nibuchu.)
Then go back and write on the blackboard.
Then he suddenly had a premonition that something was wrong and looked back.
With his hat on the lecture table, it was quiet and normal, so he turned back and continued to write.
Then he had a premonition that something was wrong, and he looked back.
With his hat on the lecture table, it was quiet and normal, so he turned back and continued to write.
And then he's done,
and then as soon as he turns his head,
his hat is full, full of --
briquettes.
So he got mad!
He slammed the table hard and shouted
hoarsely: Who did this! Who did this! This - who - did it! ! ! (Who's voice is raised an octave.)
Think about Feng Xiaogang's stupid face, and think about the stupid words he said above, how can you not laugh~
I also watched the movie stupidly, and I wondered if I had What a sunny day like this.
Then I remembered that there was a time when I really wished I was a slut.
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, every weekend, a group of children from the neighboring village—my male classmates—would come to my house to ask for my workbook.
They said, we don't copy your homework, we'll check it after we've done it, and if there are mistakes, we'll make corrections.
They brought me a lot of books, big and small, all kinds of books.
On Mondays I bring my books to school and they bring my workbooks to school.
The corners of my notebooks are always a bit curled, but I know they've worked hard to keep them flat and their own notebooks are curled like a shuttlecock.
Although I don't like to make the homework book dirty, I have never rejected them, and I have never blamed them.
When I was in the third grade of elementary school, there were two girls in the class who didn't like me and said some bad things about me.
At that time, the girl with the worst grades in our class stood firmly on my side. She said that I was not that kind of person.
There are always conflicts between children, not necessarily reliable conflicts;
there are always friendships between children, and they must be reliable friendships.
To this day I remember how grateful I was to her.
Since then, he has been firmly mixed with these poor students.
I know that they not only have poor grades, but they also have a series of backgrounds such as fighting and fighting, and they do not need logic to fight.
They don't care about elegance and vulgarity, they have no ideals and aspirations, and they don't talk about life.
But I think they are very good, very generous, very loyal.
They also think I'm fine, the girl with the best grades never looked down on them, they always took care of me.
When I was in high school, I was no longer in the same school, and I often took the weekends to write letters, telling them to calm down and not to fight all the time.
Later, my mood slowly changed, and I began to yearn to get along with excellent people and to be admitted to the best university.
Later, they were slowly ignored, and there was very little contact.
I met a few of my classmates at a reunion in middle school a year ago, but now I'm no longer a ruffian, but I find that I don't know how to talk to them.
I am still grateful to them, and I still fight for them:
I just like the ruffians, I just like the bandits, and I just like the hooligans.
But it seems that some life is doomed, and some days are gone forever, so some worries are only in the bottom of my heart.
This is a vulgar statement :)
But when I say this, I don't feel sadness, or the emotion of the impermanence of life.
Sometimes, some confusion and confusion are only discovered after the passage of time, and the parties did not know it at the time.
Even after discovering that life does not need to be so stubborn and stubborn, the mood at that time is still dominant.
Like the title of the movie: Sunny Days.
At the time, I thought that day was sunny, so it would be bright forever;
I denied that day in my heart, I didn't plan to live like that day again, but it was still sunny.
Something was overlooked on those sunny days of mine.
Then the next period of no sunshine, selective amnesia.
Next, I started to turn around and torture myself, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like that.
Later, it is now. For more than half a year, I suddenly laughed when I was sad and sad.
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