Regarding the question of Westerners naming their children after the people they like and respect most, I once told Danya (Russia) that we Chinese always like to be unique when naming our children, and we don’t like to be named after others. The same name, because this name contains our expectations and emotions for our children. This emotion is unique, and we do not want to be the same as others. Dania said, "We don't have this kind of selfish thought about names." She called it "selfishness," which I don't understand, but today, looking at it from another angle, it's really true that we are so desperate to pursue "uniqueness." Does it make sense? Are our names and our lives really that unique and distinctive? Everyone is different from everyone else, but which leaf is more valuable than the other? So many parents go out of their way to give their children a name that will not have the same name, or even forcibly create some words, will their children be extraordinary from head to toe? We, after all, are unique only in the eyes of those who love us.
Therefore, the names of Westerners are just those few, and some families have Lily, Elizabeth, and James in each generation. Only those who are familiar can tell the difference between this Lily and that Lily. It is like the family tree of our Chinese people, the characters in the names of each generation are always prescribed, and it is like our auspicious words, blessings, greens and longevity, there are always a few. Our expectations for future life and our future generations are always like this.
When Harry Potter told his second son, Arbus Severus, that he had the names of two Hogwarts headmasters, one of them was Slytherin (Snape Severus). s), and this man was the bravest man he had ever seen. I shed tears unknowingly. There are still many people and many things in our lives that are worth remembering. Like the years Harry Potter has been with me.
I almost said Harry Potter grew up with me, but the truth is I was 23 when I watched the Harry Potter movies, an adult, in my year of college. At that time, I bought snacks and went to the movies with KAKA and his best friend, an eccentric girl and two eccentric teenagers: they were very different in appearance, one was very groomed, the other was extremely sloppy, plus I'm a bit ungay, these three people watched "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" together. When the big three-headed dog guarding the room appeared, I was really taken aback. Before that, I hadn't seen a movie in the theater for many years, I didn't expect such a realistic visual impact, and those The moving stairs, the talking portraits, the clever Sorting Hat excites me, and I've never found a movie so imaginative (despite the cliché of orphans), so delightful.
I went to see every subsequent Harry Potter movie, and even though it became more and more like a horror movie, I still think Harry Potter should be an audiovisual feast. I became a half-hearted Harry Potter fan, I just watched the movies and didn't get into the storyline. But in "Deathly Hallows", Harry and Ginny's kiss still makes me very uncomfortable, God, in my heart, they are still children, I don't like the plot of children's love, I really don't like it. Think that's superfluous. After two and a half hours, dark killings, escapes, pursuits, misunderstandings and jealousy, still did not see the end. After I came back, I decided to read the novel. At the end of the novel, I saw the seductive word "nineteen years later". I wanted to ask myself and others: nineteen years later, where are you and whose hand are you holding?
One of the teenagers who went to the movies with me back then got married not long ago. In the words of everyone, "the child is about to have a child."
My anticipation for the Harry Potter movies has finally come to an end, and seven years have slipped by in honor of my extended adolescence.
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