I think of Dean Moriarty, I think of Dean Moriarty
I still remember that the first time I watched this movie was when I was a sophomore, my roommates were sleeping, and I watched it quietly with headphones under the quilt. When I saw the film's hero typed the last sentence on the typewriter, which was also the last sentence of the novel, I couldn't hold back the tears.
I thought that maybe everyone had such a heartless iron buddy when they were young. He owed you, or you owed him. It doesn't matter, it's just that a few years have passed, when you look back on these years, you will still be inexplicably full of tears. He is my good buddy in junior high school. I got good grades, he got bad grades. After the high school entrance examination, my father was going to hold a thank-you banquet. All the teachers were invited, and he even called my good buddy. He also performed exceptionally well, so the teachers said at the time of the meal that it was because of me that let him count down from the bottom of the class to about 15 in the class. I was a little happy at the time, but I also felt that it was inappropriate to say this, but what made me regret was that I just smiled and said nothing.
He also asked me,
"You said, now we are the best brothers, but in the future, will we be better forever?"
I say,
"Sure, what do you think?"
At the time, I didn’t understand that kind of estrangement, let alone see that kind of estrangement. It's hard to define, hard to describe in words. But it is a prophecy, we are drifting away, and there is no turning back. Maybe in a certain class reunion, the extroverted man would take the initiative to put his arms around the introverted me when he saw me, and said,
"Brother, long time no see"
And I, restrained from the beginning, relaxed a little because of his actions, and also pretended to be social and said,
"Brother, long time no see"
But now, I also understand that this feeling is only a memory.
Today, I accompany my girlfriend to swipe for two times, and the whole process of voice. In the last scene, the girlfriend also cried when she saw the man in the fur coat and the ragged Dean meet on a snowy New York street corner. I wish I was by her side, I could put my hand on her face and sigh with her.
She said that there is actually a Dean Moriarty in each of us, he represents innocence, he represents freedom. But an accommodating society can't contain a little Dean Moriaty, and it can't contain a big mistake. It's just an overheated heart. We all envy Dean Moriaty. We have all been brave and crazy at a certain moment in our lives. Even if we only have the money for tonight's wine, we will not worry about tomorrow in advance.
But gradually, we realized that this was not possible, so we went to work and struggled. You can of course say that this is a responsibility with a high-sounding voice, or you can dismissively say that it is nothing more than bowing down for five buckets of rice. But what's wrong with living for your own pleasure?
Tonight, I did not see her tears; but I clearly saw her kindness and her pure heart. These are so beautiful it drives me crazy.
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