When I first heard the title of the film "Harvard Road", it seemed that it was easy to define it as "a certain outstanding young man has gone through ups and downs and finally got into Harvard". It seems that just the word "Harvard" heralds a happy ending. Like all the Hollywood movies that have been labelled the "American Dream". In this sense, there is nothing particularly appealing about the story. Until I saw the movie, the only feeling I got at this point was that Harvard should be honored to have such a student, not as I thought before, she was shining on the golden sign of "Harvard".
People are alive, and life is not a movie after all. Thinking about her experience is like the struggle of the protagonist in "Slumdog Millionaire" as a child. In this way, I can't help but long for her to escape such a cursed life. Like that kind of fairy tale, happiness comes quietly. So, whenever a scene ends and the screen goes dark, I wishful thinking that when it lights up again, happiness will come. However, I have been disappointed many times. It was as if the gamblers were guessing whether I would be greeted with tens of thousands of dollars or bankruptcy. It seems to be in the playground, falling from the highest point to the lowest point, the heart seems to be jumping out, and the hands start to sweat. However, what greeted her was a bigger storm. More than once I felt the end of the pain. It was as if all this was a nightmare, and then, when I woke up, all that was left was a cold sweat and a vaguely reminiscent nightmare. However, although the camera gradually dimmed, while I was waiting for the sun to appear, she was still wandering in that dim street, with no hope, and the rest of the breath weighed on me. I don't understand why I'm so nervous. Maybe, watching "The Little Princess" when I was a child, I didn't like the life of Sara being bullied. At that time, I did not understand how valuable such courage is. A humble mother like Tina, after death is just a coffin with only a cold name on it. No pastor praying, no family and friends full. In loneliness, indifference, and death, fortunately there are blessings.
Later, when I was not so looking forward to it, she gradually began to change her life. I feel that I am moved, I am moved by the kind of power that has the courage to change myself. And what she said, "Everyone around me is complaining, but I don't want to be like that myself. I just want to know where I can get with the best I can." Perhaps, when faced with darkness and ugliness, we are more Get used to accusing and judging. With hatred and dissatisfaction pretending to be serious, he was no longer able to glance at the abandoned baby in the corner. It's a miracle if there is still a heart of compassion after seeing the most disgusting, dark and gloomy scene in the world. In "City Without Sorrow," this heart is hope; the place where there is no war, no ugliness, but flowers, trust, and love; the source of all courage. Wherever the heart goes, it is invincible. It turns out that the potential is one's own, not a "Bole Maxima". If there is Bole, then the first one should be yourself, right?
I'm not the successful great man that the books say, and subtle differences often lead to different journeys in life. Gradually understand that many so-called "theories" cannot be established at all, after all, the characteristics need to be found slowly. Passing through a movie is often just a lot of association and thinking, and even if you draw any conclusions, it is not so unthinking.
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