I watched "Miss Bird" five times and cried five times. My youth really resembled hers.
Writing this movie review is not a movie review in the true sense. The title is all my praise for the movie. I want to tell my story, which is short for parents. ( ´･ᴗ･` )
For ordinary students like me, many memories of youth are endless papers, endless sleep, games that I want to play but dare not play, and boys who I want to chase but can't catch.
In high school, my mother, like Miss Bird's, agreed with me to be in love as long as he was nice to me. At that time, the grades were still very good, and the classes were successfully assigned to the best class. I wanted to be admitted to the business administration major, and I didn't want those messy things at all. I only studied and studied every day. Every one of us is the same, with great ambitions and no distractions. It is clearly the best time of youth. We are sensitive, worried, and vulnerable. We bury all our feelings in our hearts and only study. My family also wholeheartedly endured my pain during this sensitive period, tolerated all my vexatiousness, and I know they love me deeply.
Later, in the last mock test before the college entrance examination, I got very good results. If the same is true in the college entrance examination, I have every hope of hitting the top ten universities in China, and I am more likely to learn what I want to learn.
But in the end, my hope was dashed. The college entrance examination gave me a slap in the face. The results were not ideal, but it was considered to be relatively good. So I decided to apply for the media or film and television related majors in the second step of my original plan.
At this time, my parents started to "don't love me anymore". They didn't care about my application. I watched it by myself, and the university I was determined to fill in had already been selected. On the day I filled out the application, things took a big turn. They didn't care what I wanted to study, but only considered what I would be able to find a job when I went back. I just want to go to Beishangguang, I want to study media, I want to go to xxx or xxx school, the only thing they heard is to apply to the school near Beishangguang, and I ended up in an engineering college that made me miserable , the only reason is that after graduation, I can go back to my hometown to find a job that can earn 58,000 salary a month.
From that moment, I knew that they didn't know me at all, and I also knew that they only had themselves in their hearts.
So, I started a 180-degree turn, and I went from being a good girl out of control. I gave up on myself. I was hospitalized because of an alcohol allergy. I started drinking with friends who didn't go to school regardless, and I was hospitalized again, and I was drinking again, and I was hospitalized again. At four o'clock in the morning, I stole the keys to my house, took my grandfather's 10,000 yuan from my college entrance examination, ran away from home, and wandered around. I looked at the phone calls they exploded, I looked at the messages they sent, and I didn't admit my mistake, just let me go back. I realize, I haven't won yet. So I started to get even worse. For several days, I turned off my mobile phone, went to Internet cafes all night, and went to live and play at friends' houses.
A few days later, I was afraid that they would call the police, so I returned home one afternoon. To my surprise, there was no hysteria, they looked at me and said "just come back". I still hate that they don't know they're wrong! Sitting in the car, my dad and I kept arguing, I kept questioning him, he scolded me like crazy, I sneered like I didn't hear it, and finally I told him to stop, I jumped out of the car, and it was miles away from home. where, enjoying his rage, laughing and crying, he swayed back home.
After a long time, I went to school, they sent me, they stayed for a few days, ready to go, the morning they left, I hadn't started military training, could have sent them off, I didn't go, I'm happy, I finally Leave them, I don't want to see them again. I hate them. They don't love me at all.
In college, I took a major that disgusted me very much. The major was limited. There was no major I wanted to study. It also annoyed me that double majors were not allowed. Every day I was angry, crying, complaining, and even wanting to die. And I don't want to answer their calls, always pretending to be busy or learning to shirk. Even if it's connected, I just say a few words, because whenever I talk too much, I get angry and start endless abuse.
Later, when I get home from winter vacation, I will be even more irritable. In the first semester, I didn't do anything wrong, my grades were okay, and I didn't fail the class. When my dad saw that my grades indicated that I should have done higher in the higher grades, I was totally furious. I asked him, does he want me to die? I showed him the words I engraved on the back of my hand, he was shocked, I said I really wanted to die, and I couldn't live another day. He was stunned for a moment, and then he yelled at the storm, he said, why do you still think I'm sorry for you? Aren't we just here for you? Who do you think it's for? I sneered, I said, enough, you only have yourself in your heart! You never know what I'm thinking, I hate you! If at that moment, I could open the door, I would also jump in...
The three people in the car, embarrassed and silent again, arrived home, and I found that my room had been redecorated with new furniture, but my favorite quilt and pillows were still the same. These things, which were only burned by anger at the time, will only be remembered now.
Almost every day, we quarrel, two or three together. I enjoyed it, and more precisely, I felt like I was about to win. Then I did win.
About the third day of going to school, I got a call from them and they said, we were wrong, we were really wrong, we shouldn't have done that to your dreams. But I still hate, I said, is there any use in saying this? You guys stop being hypocritical...that sort of thing. But the plot may be like "Miss Bird". They found the waste paper I wrote in the trash in my room. I don't know why they opened it up. Those words are what I learned at home. I wrote it when I was upset (I have always had this habit). They cried and they knew what I was thinking. The two of them, crying and saying, blame us for loving you too much, we don't want you to work hard, we want you to have a weekend, have a holiday, relax a bit, and earn a decent salary.
So, the turning point began. They came to the school and advised me to either repeat the study or take the postgraduate entrance examination. I chose the postgraduate entrance examination. So, I have now given up all my undergraduate studies and concentrated on the postgraduate examinations. The bigger change is that they respect me. I respect them as well.
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