I was very excited after watching this movie. I read the last paragraph of the generous statement over and over again. This line completely expresses my heart. Since elementary school, I have hated people who make small reports with classmates, and I hate those people even more. Teachers who use the cadres on duty or the three good students as bait to instigate students to make snitches. When I was in junior high school, I accidentally discovered that a classmate's notebook was densely remembering records of classmates talking in class, classmates fighting with classmates, etc. I was furious at the time, and immediately raised the notebook and shouted, " Come and see how he wrote down all our bad things and prepared to show them to the teacher", but the indifference of the classmates surprised me, and even the person whose name was written down behaved indifferently. The classmate who remembered the name retorted, "I can't help it, the teacher asked me to remember it." Since then I have become accustomed to such things and have lost the motivation to be angry. Fortunately, I have been disliked by teachers since I was a child, let alone a class cadre. As long as the parent-teacher meeting is over and I don't scold my father, I will be lucky. Therefore, I have never experienced such a dilemma, but I really have such a choice. Before I watched "Smell the Fragrance and Know a Woman", I really didn't have the confidence to say NO to the teacher. In that line, the thing that shocked me the most was the sentence, "In the war, some people's arms were twisted and their legs were blown off. Those are not as scary as ugly souls, and souls cannot have prosthetic limbs." I think this is what I do. Have been looking for and always wanted to say to those who have betrayed their classmates for over a decade. Since then, when I come to a crossroads in my life, I think I already know how to make my own choices. ———————————————————————————————————— The wonderful dialogue of the whole school public trial: Trask: Mr. Simms, you are a cover-up artist and you are a liar. Frank: But not a snitch! Trask: Excuse me? Frank: No, I don't think I will. Trask: Mr. Slade. Frank: This is such a crock of shit ! Trask: Please watch your language, Mr. Slade; you are in the Baird School, not a barracks.
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