This movie gave me a new answer, refreshed my load record again, and played with my life for 18 years.
The girl shared her thoughts with me after watching the movie. She said, I don't like such abusive movies, why can't people learn to be nice to themselves. I knew what she meant, so I just said in agreement, yes, it's not good to be simple. It's nothing more than to block yourself. But in fact, twisting the bar is like taking drugs. Once you open a door, it is difficult to go back. It has nothing to do with how much truth you know, it just might be about how much truth you know.
Frankly speaking, what's so good about this guy? Flirtatious, indeterminate and irresponsible, timid and shy, and will only escape when encountering problems. The only advantage is that it looks good, so good-looking, the air warms up when you smile, and there is an illusion that the sun is shining all over the body. Even when it is despairing, there is a kind of decadent beauty. She probably took a fancy to his appearance, so superficial reasons can explain a lot. It's just slowly understanding and hard to let go, perhaps the result of constantly distressing yourself.
She knows how to restrain herself too much, and if she wants something again, that person can shy away with a flinching look. It's not necessarily that he can't see it, but he just realizes that he may not be able to give anything except hurt, which is exactly what he doesn't want to do.
It's not that she hasn't collapsed. Facing the vain and exaggerated him, she shouted, I love you, but I don't like you anymore!
The boy didn't seem to recover and said, are you going to dump me?
You see, the drama is real.
In the swimming pool, the boy said something unprecedented: It's not that I haven't considered you, but what you want is too different from what I want.
It just means, you are too good for me to touch you. I'm even more sad if I touch you and my heart will break. I struggle with this imperfect self every day, you are my only guide, how can I drag you into this bottomless darkness.
The girl pressed him into the water fiercely, with grievances, disappointments, contempt, and unbearableness in her eyes.
Even if it is such a thing, there is still no way to love him. Love is the only outlet and choice in a difficult life. Love is an illusion, and love has nothing to do with life itself. Even living with a crappy comedian who doesn't feel anything, listening to his boring jokes every day, even staring at that bizarre, glowing little box day after day, watching him on the other side of the screen like a Hold the scene like a fool.
They all feel satisfied and hopeful, and these are really hard to explain. How can those who are straight and simple and happy understand. Think about it realistically, what are you doing wrong all these years? Waiting for a phone call to get a short line, holding back for a year to call you just to complain, or when you find true love, you get out of the dark corner...you just believe this The bastard really took you seriously this time, and really learned to beg for mercy.
The most heart-wrenching scene wasn't the long-term fuss of the two Ning Baohuo, but the gray passer-by who passed by the heroine, patted her lightly with his hand, swayed twice, continued to pat her, and then silently disappeared from the camera. At this moment, the heroine was concentratingly staring at the vulgar program hosted by the declining male lead on the TV screen, and it was difficult to be distracted.
The same is the spare tire, and they only know how to worry about their own pain. The result of the tragedy can only be that one does not care about the other. Stuck in an infinite loop.
At the end of the story, passerby A has a child and a wife, and he came to see him specially to see that the imaginary enemy of the year finally accepted his fate quietly and dejectedly. He hugged him and encouraged him. Their only connection has now been broken. Such a meeting is more like an explanation for a long time, but after the hug, I don't want to have any more contact.
He made you a better person and you made her happier. You see, there are some things that cannot be envied. We have to follow the rules set at the very beginning. The heavy resentment and resentment during this period seemed pale and ridiculous in front of time and results. Who is at fault, no one is right, the fault is that I always think that luck will be good, and that if you keep working hard, you will get results.
Right.
The heroine spent her whole life in exchange for two years, and such cruel luck in reality is rare. Is it wrong to persevere? Is it wrong to give up? It's all right, I'm afraid that you will wander between the two, and in the end you won't achieve anything, you won't get attachment, and you won't get free and easy.
I remember that the girl said a word well, but forget it is very simple, can't see, can't be cheap.
So let's take it as a feeling that has nothing to do with reality. The most scarce thing for young literary and artistic people is not self-love, and the little abacus in each of them is ringing. What they lack most is self-esteem, about how to gain self-recognition and affirmation, how to correctly evaluate others, and how to give up twisting and go to the simple and happy graduation journey of life. But maybe such a big event is the most unworthy content in the hearts of children who only know how to move themselves. The table of thoughts in front of them is the heavy dose of morphine that supports them through the broken life.
It suddenly occurred to me that Eileen Chang had also written such similar sentiments. Eighteenth Spring's right and wrong, but it was the powerless struggle and silent silence in the context of the great era. It is qualitatively different from such self-denial feelings. I want to say, I hope that every child who has agreed with others for one day a year will eventually lead the way, meet random people in the process of growing up, and gradually understand self-esteem and self-love, rather than a bag of smiling faces. Eighteen years of jelly beans. You will definitely meet someone who gives you pain and happiness, and then at the most appropriate time, you will get the most sincere gift.
That's the day in life that needs to be won, and there's no way to compare this shitty ending.
ps: The translated name of the Taiwan version is very cute, called "True Love Picks the Day". Subtitle, loving you is hard, not loving you is even harder. I like this kind of cheap footnotes, it can make the sadness of the mountains laugh, and the ultimate pursuit of life is nothing more than this.
Of course, or let me choose a name, it can be called "Twenty Years for One Day". Could be more appropriate.
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