I used to be a brilliant general.
When I reached the end of the embarrassment, I
was not as stubborn
as Xiang Yu , and I was determined to plunge into the trap of fate.
But I have this absolutely island as a fortress.
——When Tennyson was
still in high school a few years ago, one afternoon in the library, he inadvertently turned to a collection of Wen Yiduo's poems, a revised edition, and somebody wrote a few jokes on the title page: Do not disturb, do not touch! At that time, I felt very surprised. A revolutionist should probably look like a revolution. How could he write poems leisurely with long-armed essays, verbal criticism, or criticism of current malpractices? I took it back and read it. The beginning is Li Bai's "Death of Li Bai", and the second is the first translation work, which is the sword box in the title. Of course, none of this matters. What matters is the last sentence of the poem: But I have this absolute island as a fortress.
Precious! What a beautiful name it sounds, as if it were describing a praising emotion, or just like all the beautiful girls worthy of our praise. They are white and clear, with flower-like bodies stretched out, with flower-like faces, graceful and inevitably calm. But you see, in the poster, the black-skinned Precious! There are no eyes, no mouths, no ears, hands alternately holding hands, red skirts and white shirts, the bright color contrast, other than that, we can't tell whether we are happy or worried.
Most of the time I watched the movie, I held my breath. Black skin, black background, shaky flashbacks and switching give Precious encounters. Raped by stepfather. One after another pregnancy. Go to school and admire your teacher. When I got home, I faced my violent mother. Miscellaneous and trivial housework all day long. Hungry and full. The stout-looking Precious lives just like that, except for a few extreme fantasies of enduring encounters. To live or die is not a problem for Precious at all. The encounters that cannot be chosen, the lives that cannot be chosen, and in the end can only be thrown into the trap of fate.
'Some are wine, some are night, some are moon'.
In this destiny of Precious, even if your whole body consciousness is dead, pain will surely urge you to breathe again. Precious with empty eyes, mother with the same empty eyes, in the day-to-day humiliation, Presicous fantasizes about a boy who loves him, fantasizes about his brilliant performance on stage, even if these fantasies are not so brilliant, but At least it is clear! This made her destiny not all so filthy and unbearable.
'The bright moon in the heart, there is hope when you look at it.'
The turning point was at the auxiliary school. Precious's teachers and classmates went from alienation to communication. Relying on this light, Precious even left home and mother. The sorrow that came out of the home seemed to fade away, at least once. She was enjoying her own happiness for a moment. From looking up at the happiness and happiness of others to having your own participation, getting your own happiness, Previous left home, Precious left, what kind of hope is there! Hope is like a pair of wings, spreading bigger and bigger, looking down at his powerless fate, hovering in the midair of fate, fully armed like a petrel.
'It is inevitable that you will get lucky when you pry out the experience of others.'
Thunder can't cover your ears! With such a short light, it was too late to imagine too much. After a turn, the messy fate appeared again after a moment of gasping. At this time, even if you were drunk and fell on the ground, you drank all the sweetness of fate, and you were drunk like Rune, you would stand still, and you would say: Hey, it's not me! It's you! There is no need to pursue the truth of the art and literature of any movie! Suffering is ugly and humble, just as years have destroyed a good face, and some are just incomplete! It's dizzy! It's languor!
'why me?' This is what Precious wrote in his diary after learning that he was infected with AIDS. At this time, when all the torture of fate's tricks can't be added, I think, except for the sentence why me, other truths seem pale. What's the point? What about patience and hope? Are you worthy? Is anyone else worthy? This is not self-inflicted sin, not self-inflicted sin, this is destiny. Fate is so irresistible, you can only be trembling and trembling!
'Any compliments and affirmations are futile in reality. The reality is based on the rationality of the market servants, and it is a religion that is at the mercy of others after heavy pressure. And those who try to change will be silent. 'After a good movie is over, it will inevitably leave us with infinite memories. This one is very special. It's over. I opened my eyes and saw that except for a touch of tingling, I was living in happiness, even if it was a little sloppy, but it was also happiness!
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