Look at the day and the seat to know what a hard time it is for a bachelor, and look at the location and the title of the movie to know what a happy time it is. I finally saw the godfather on the big screen in color. In 2017, I feel that it still starts with happy.
At the end of the two films, especially the first one, in the solemn background music and the continuous questioning of the clergy, the opponents are killed one by one, and the cry of the baby also renders the taste of death and new life. Remember when Brother Chen was shot? Or Andy Lau smashed the bridal shop? Or the man who was shot by John Woo fell down in front of the blurred idol background?
There are indeed many images floating in my mind, but after spending seven hours sitting in the same place watching two godfathers in a row on the same day, what I want to say is that it seems that adult men are lonely, and we also have our own rituals. , though no gunshots, no music, and no white doves.
When the first ceremony came, Mike took his nephew as his godson, killed all his opponents, put himself on the top of a mature godfather, and declared his independence. Thinking back, there have been such incidents in my own experience. Just as Mike shot the drug lord and the chief, we have done something to prove our worth, to declare our maturity and talent. I remember the first time I felt this way. I earned some money by working part-time in my sophomore year, and then when I went home and replaced a washing machine for my grandparents, I felt that I finally had the ability to buy things for the elderly with my own money. Now, I will always remember walking into the home appliance store on our street and shouting to the boss: Which is the most expensive washing machine in your house? delivered to my house! Then I felt that I was better than the little friends around me, and my vanity was greatly satisfied, thinking that I had [killed] many opponents, just like Mike.
When the second ceremony came, it was when I graduated from my master's degree and left my hometown to be drifting in Beijing with no money. I know that my hometown is full of ignorance and poverty, and the kind but unwise persuasion of my relatives not only made me hesitate when making a decision, but also brought me a lot of moral pressure. But in the end, I rolled up my bed and rolled to Beijing, in an unfamiliar place to roll and play, to mature. Slowly, I also got a foothold, and lived a life of comfort and food, even though I was not rich and expensive, broadened my horizons and gained experience. I finally know with more certainty that my relatives and friends are indeed very limited, and I gradually no longer have a common language with them, which makes the already little communication worse, and even makes me feel a little lonely when I go home. To be polite, I went to play cards after caring about my object and salary. I sat in the yard that I had been familiar with since I was a child and tasted loneliness. On New Year's Eve in 2017, I decided not to go home. I went out for a walk by myself. I didn't care if someone said that I was not filial or that anyone would have an opinion. I was completely separated from my family of origin, like my second ritual. Just like Mike's brother dying on the calm sea with a eulogy, killing siblings, you hurt me as well. I declare that I have my own independent life, and that I will not change what I think is the proper path of reason just because others will be happy or unpleasant. I feel like I've killed a yesterday's self, although the bullet mixes a lot of morality and it feels like tearing it apart.
I went to savor my loneliness and enjoy my life.
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