Sing in hell

Yvette 2021-12-06 19:20:54

After eating, turn around and write again. It is the loneliness that can't stand nowhere to talk over the fragile psychology, after all, friends here still talk about it.
Yesterday, when I took my child to the park, I met an old man. He shouted my name. He didn't remember it yet. The old man said, "Good and bad memory, don't you always read novels in my physics class?"
It turned out to be Teacher Du from junior high school!

Most teachers have a very good memory, especially remember two kinds of students, one is the best and the other is the worst, and I am the latter.
The impact of school on me is complicated. On the one hand, I met the first dark side of my life, those teachers who were hypocritical and irresponsible, who took pleasure in insulting a child’s heart, but I also met the best teachers. Two teachers who gave me warmth and encouragement, they have made me have a strong interest in literature and art, and more teachers are not bad, this is really a miniature in the world.



As far as the three films of Peter Weir I have seen, I have all noticed his opposition to the society, freedom and authority, and the opposition between mainstream values ​​and personality. Even in a relatively popular movie like the Green Card, he is transparent. This kind of opposition and conflict can also be detected by the French romance of Sihano and the stereotypes of the American Puritans. In Peter Will, individuals are always lonely and helpless, even through desperate struggles, they are not immune to failure. Neal's suicide was the last struggle, the struggle of artistic ideals against the cold middle-class values, and the helplessness of dreams over reality. Among the laurels of the scalpel and the poet, I think most people will choose the former, because such a rigid life is stable, conforms to universal values, will not be criticized and has a small failure rate. It is a cost-effective life, but it must be based on At the expense of the touch and enthusiasm of the soul, becoming a dead tree will live for a long time. However, the life that chooses art and poetry is destined to be painful. The flower of life will bloom, and you will experience all the tremors and excitement of life, but such a life is as short as a flower, and it is often down and down and frustrated. . It's not a very cost-effective life.

Life is impermanent and happy in time. It's easy to say, who doesn't like it, but how many people around us can do it and dare to do it. Anyway, there is still tomorrow, we lie to ourselves, and then go to squeeze the subway.
It's hard to live.

I like Mr. Keating. Who doesn't like the joy of life and the freedom of heart, but I know he must be a failed teacher. He can't beat the world, most of the world, just like poetry can never beat cannons and money. But after all, he let us living dead see poetry and truth.

This is what he can do, a failed prophet and Don Quixote, a wanderer who is always determined to navigate the storm.

I have never been a good student. I don’t like to do arithmetic and memorize texts. So now I have nothing and do nothing. Individuals always have to compromise the existing system before they can exist, but I am a stubborn person like me. Man is destined to have nothing but the freedom to fail. but. I saw the world. Although not standing on the table, I knew that my cousin who completely obeyed her parents had gone to South China Institute of Technology, although she worked in a foreign company in Shenzhen, and even though she was in Texas in the United States, but I knew she was young. He likes literature but studied science under the instruction of his father. The handsome guy who likes to work in a unit never dared to express, knowing that she was married at the age of thirty-five but was married to someone she doesn’t love, knowing that she lives in the western United States. The grassland and the high-rise buildings in Shenzhen also eat Yangchun noodles, and go to bed at nine o'clock.

If I don't sing a horse in the grassland, no, I will still be a bird flying over a gloomy city, and I will not be a cozy chicken in a rich farm. Maybe I will sink to the bottom of the sea or muddy one day, but at least I still have memories, I flew, sang, and loved.


When Whitman’s poems sounded, my heart fell into fantasy again, singing in hell, dancing in the dark.



How are you lonely captain!










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Dead Poets Society quotes

  • Richard Cameron: Hey Neal, business as usual, huh? I heard you got the new kid. He looks like a stiff!

    [laughs a little and when Todd, the new kid, appears, he gets embarrassed]

    Richard Cameron: Oops!

  • Dalton: Gentlemen, what are the Four Pillars?

    DaltonMeeksNeilKnoxTodd Anderson: Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement.