It's just that he will no longer dance garland dances like him to greet foreign leaders collectively, and there will no longer be any children who proudly pin their military badges to their chests and practice straight steps in front of the mirror, and there will be no roofs of courtyards one after another. for him to climb. However, they would still join forces to tease the teacher, still find ways to skip classes, and would still be driven by curiosity to secretly open their parents' drawers. It will still be the same as Ma Xiaojun, suddenly, for an inexplicable reason, at an inexplicable place, at an inexplicable time, and fall in love with an inexplicable person. Even before he knew who that person was, he fell in love with him without any hesitation, and began an inexplicable love that was not love. Isn't this something that children of every age do?
In the second half of the movie, when Ma Xiaojun and the others were in "Old Mo", when he was angry with Milan and fought with Yiku, the audience was not nervous, but inexplicably excited as if they had been looking forward to it for a long time, so in the end, Ma Xiaojun was not worried. When he slowly recounted that this was just another memory error of his, the audience was undoubtedly a little disappointed, but at the same time relieved.
Maybe Ma Xiaojun is right, people's memory is always biased, and it is impossible to distinguish between imagination and reality. In the memory again and again, we keep the good, filter the bad, and reflect the dream on the dim reality, so that we find in our memories that we had such a beautiful youth. It's like we don't necessarily remember every detail of everything clearly, but sometimes we can always remember a special smell, just like the smell of burnt woods in Ma Xiaojun's memory, with a little doubt that it's unreal. It is so indisputable. And the sadness and despair of being trampled on, unable to lift up, and unable to go ashore, is there no shadow of our daily life.
And those "Ya Ting", "Fuck", "Oba"... That hugely harmful poisonous weed dew point movie, that gang fight, those lonely and guarded afternoons, that meeting, that feeling All dissipated, diluted in the hot afternoon of the sun, a large yellow, bright or dim, but will eventually be hidden and attributed to darkness. And we all finally began to grow up from this, and continue to reminisce about the sunny days that passed.
Written on October 12, 2007.
Although it is very immature, it still has a bit of hypocrisy, but it has not changed a word except for the title. Isn't it a precious record? To the movie, to myself.
But now, I am getting less and less in the mood to write about the slightest feeling after watching the movie. not good.
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