—— David, the leader of Toffler's "The Third Wave"
, was on the Harvard campus for the first time. Liz asked from behind: It looks like what you thought it would?
The translation given by the subtitle team was straightforward, "How is Harvard?"
But behind this sentence is how turbulent and tumultuous sadness is.
what would she thought it be?
Liz said it herself when she was fighting for school, I just need a chance. A chance to climb out of this place I've born in. Everyone I know are angry and tired. They're trying to survive. But I know that there is a world out there that is better, that's better developed. And I want to live in it.
When saying goodbye to her father with red eyes outside school, Liz also said when I was little. You were the most interesting thing in my world. Everyone around was just talking about drugs or sex or you know, just trying to survive the day. But you always had ideas. It's because of you I know there's another way of being.
For many years, you have been in such a huge and dark vortex, a world engulfed by tobacco, alcohol and drugs, a world swept by manic, violent, promiscuous, insults, Everything you see and hear is so angry and exhausted. The people you've met have never stopped struggling, struggling to survive the chaos of life.
The scream you heard in the nursing home was so long and piercing that it pierced the entire scroll of recollection with ease.
Your world has always lacked sunshine, expectations and enthusiasm for kindness and beauty.
How would you imagine a holy and lively university campus, and what kind of splendor would it have?
Liz said, Sometimes I feel like there is skin upon the world. And those of us who are born under it, can see threw it. We just can't get threw it
. It is through familiarity that we realize how small we are before the irresistible and inescapable reality. The humble is like a grain of sand, a grain of dust.
The world moves, you just suspect.
It could not happen without you.
Situations are not conduced to what you want for yourself.
Someone else's needs,
someone else's plate is going to be stronger than yours is. I
can't forget Liz's low voice crying on her mother's tombstone, that resolute gesture as if the next In seconds, he was willing to hug her and leave together. That's all we rember. I remember riding with with my mother through the leaves, the yeild end her arms warms around me, when I was little and she was well. That was long ago. Maybe only happened once, maybe she betrayed me thousand of times, it did matter,
the phrase in the kite runner: for you, thousands of times.
It's not your voice here.
——Even if you betray me thousands of times, your warmth is enough to illuminate my life once. ——Forgiveness, dedication, love, compared with mothers, are all so light, nothing to talk about.
I remember that when my mother was drunk and vomited before, she also cried and cried in confusion and said, I am willing to be a good mother, I just need a hug... I also remember one of Liz's many times defending his mother, saying that she wanted to be a good mother. To be a good mother, she just couldn't do it. Can't give.
It is Liz's misfortune to meet such parents. They cannot deny their love and true love for their children. However, the price of this love is too high, and even the burden of payment is placed on the shoulders of young children. Not to mention that both parents are drug addicts, their studies are still unfinished. My mother never scored 100 points, and my father said to Liz "Stay in school. I blur this, but you can to this."
——She indeed can do this, she did.
Finally , she did it. , you did what your parents didn't do.
Someone should have taught you but unfortunately no one taught her, you finally learned it all.
She told a senior executive in the New York Times that it was her parents who made her become an introvert. She never asks why it's like this, why it's like that, you know why. It didn't make her happy, it made her sad most of the time.
Suddenly I remembered the line in "detachment": There should be a premise, before becoming a parent, you must first learn how to become a parent.
Maybe Liz didn't realize that, she had built a wall of self-defense in her heart, isolating herself from the cold and pain in life, and from all the bright lights.
When her mother was still around, she always took a chance, hoping that she would get better and take care of herself again, despite the fact that she had been taking care of her for years.
But at least, the mother is the one inside this wall. Encircle it with yourself.
After the mother left, it was like a loud slap on the face. The reality is so cruel and hard to avoid,
you are the only one left.
She lived in my heart, but I lived nowhere. I was all alone in the world. ...you buried every bridge, you burnt our every welcome, and everyone who have ever believed in you, you let down.
She lived in me in my heart, but I have nowhere to go. I am alone in this world.
I cut off all roads, turned down all friendliness, and let down all those who trusted me.
When this monologue appeared, I vaguely felt the breath of the real turning point of the story.
When Eva heard her wish to go to school, the corner of her mouth twitched and she opened the door again, when the female assistant hesitated for a moment and gave her the last chance, when Liz took a deep breath and took a pen to write down her dream and application on paper.
I heard the wall crashing down.
The bricks of WALL-E were torn apart, rumbled and shattered, hitting the ground heavily, and disintegrating in an instant.
I knew at that moment I had to make a choice. I could submit to everything that was happening and live a life of excuses... or I could push myself. I could push myself and make my life good. ——I
have nothing else The choice, I can only run forward without hesitation, stride, just like when I heard the news of my mother's death, I left behind all the neon shop windows along the road. It's like going to fly.
——Memories is a cup of poison. I carry the love you have forgotten on me for many years. I live in this world and cannot choose between life and death. Only on this most difficult road, I want to fly as long as I go forward.
——Put security behind your head, just let yourself work hard, keep trying harder, and see what happens.
What if I just go crazy? I used my every potential to do that.
I have to do it. I have no choice.
When Chris yells "You think they let people like us in to Harvard?" Shaken, she laughs at herself who cares when I'm a bastard that doesn't go to college and you stop talking.
I understand that you are so looking forward to the world outside the wall. Although you don't know much about it, you can't start, but you know that you will walk in, stand at the entrance of that world, and walk in with your head held high.
When old friends are tearing apart madly, when sisters let go of their pretentious strength and helpless tears, you are just quiet, firm, strong, stable, and exclusive.
It's so light and unmistakable, you say. Yes I do.
——You are no longer the little girl who was clinging to the ambulance and crying hoarsely, nor the little girl who kept her lips closed and insisted not to say a word.
Your feelings are now No matter how violent it is, it will still be as plain as water, and it is enough to know the magnificent inner waves. Years have long polished you to be so restrained and reserved,
full of sharpness and ready to go.
Not worth meeting you.
David asked: It looks like what you thought it would?
I saw you standing there, stubbornly facing the sun.
—Better. Unattainably better.
I don't want to admit it, but at the moment when you spoke up, my blood swelled up and my eyes filled with tears.
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