There must be love in sympathy

Helen 2021-12-07 08:01:02

First of all
, please allow the original poster to be crazy
. . .

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This! Yes! building! host! most! close! Several! indivual! moon! Look! of! most! Chick! Blood! of! piece! son!

Although I only slept for two hours the day before watching the movie!
Although his eyes were bloodshot when he entered the cinema!
Although the cinema air conditioner is cold enough to freeze a awake person to sleep!

but!

This can't stop my flaming heart of blood! The whole film is full of blood-red love and want to kill!

The movie just started, it was enough to burn my corrupt heart! The host actually doesn't have much research on F1, he only knows Ferrari McLaren, how many stops and who is the champion now, but the host just likes watching this kind of chicken blood sports movie! Because sports movies are burning, youthful, passionate, and duo! When I saw the poster, I bought a movie ticket and rolled into the theater!

Sure enough, the movie didn't disappoint me at the beginning! Although the host doesn't know anything about F1, but I think the lens feels very good, the slowing down of the lens and the flying raindrops completely express the sense of speed! Immediately afterwards, two male pigs' feet appeared on the stage. The original poster didn't understand the story of the two at all, but when the two Ruoyuowu looked at each other, their eyes collided and sparks! It came so quietly!

The weather was gloomy, dark clouds shrouded the track, there seemed to be thunder in the distance, and the ground was wet.
The team asked James: "Do you use wet tyres?"
James raised his eyebrows and adjusted his helmet. He casually forgot to glance at Niki, and asked, "What tyre does he use?"
At exactly this time, Niki who also arranged the helmet. Also glanced at James. The
host wanted to say! You two are too in love, okay! Even if the helmet covers almost the entire face, just two pairs of eyes are enough! There are sparks in the eyes, all love!
The guy from the James team replied: "Wet tires."
James nodded: "Then I will use wet tires too.

You two are enough! Can't it be so obvious!

From the beginning, whenever two people look at each other, it automatically turns on the mode of shielding others and I only have you in my eyes. Other people, whether it is a race car driver, a female pot oil wife, a boss, have all become human setting boards; other sounds, whether it is wind, rain, thunder, and broadcasting sounds are all silenced for an instant.

What is the Buddha's saying?
One James and Niki one world.

Approximately . Due to the serious lack of sleep and the abnormal brain, the whole process of watching the movie was in a state of brain congestion and blood. Seeing the two friends who love each other and want to kill, the smile at the corner of the mouth can't be restrained. Sitting! The uncle next to me, there is a silly girl sitting next to you. Isn’t it very stressful! I’m sorry! The

two met in the F3 arena. After the game, the two looked at each other for the first time. Hostility. But, do you think there is only hostility? How could it be possible! Hostility on the surface, but more of mutual appreciation and admiration. At this time, the inner monologue of the two must be: "Boy, good car skills! "" Each other. "

But two dead arrogant! One mouth, what you spit out is:
You bastard!
You bastard!
I didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, okay! Although you two look contemptuous to each other, your eyes are stuck to each other. Okay! What are you pretending to be there! Also say to each other, your soul is weak! Get thick! You are only weak!

(Ps, at the beginning, the small rose in the high court enters randomly. The small rose is really beautiful. You must hold back and wait for the fourth ice fire. Watch it after the season is completely broadcast, um! (make a fist)

Even though the story can be guessed in good terms, it is still blinded by the flash. Basically, the rhythm of the whole film has become that the two are not playing together. I always pay attention to each other. When we are playing together, I only see each other, but I still compete arrogantly, sing on the stage, and play awkwardly.

I want to say that although James was at the wedding, I heard the news of Niki, it was still like a conditioned reflex. Go and ask, where do you put your wife!
At the starting point of the track, every time the entire head is covered with only a pair of eyes before the race, the two of you still have eyebrows, so that everyone else becomes a human scene board! Where do you put other players!
After each game, you come first and I am second, you come second and I frown, stare, stare at each other, and curl your lips. Are you enough? The reporter still wants to take pictures, please don't look at each other, okay!
When the general assembly decides whether to cancel the game due to the weather, the two of you clearly sing on the stage, but James, what is the lingering teasing and molesting in your eyes!

But looking at it, the original poster was a little bit unwilling to cry. No matter how arrogant the two are, the true feelings between them can't be concealed.

The eyes of encouragement at the last moment before the start of the track;
James rushed to the rescue without hesitation when Niki broke the cylinder; When
Niki returned, the two people looked at each other as relieved; when
Niki was embarrassed by the second-second reporter, James's shot was when it was time to take a shot. Shot;
Niki, who was nervously watching the live broadcast after retiring during a game in Japan, cheering for James in the heart;
James, who can find Niki with his head even on vacation abroad;
There are many, many more............ The

host really feels that whenever two people show up In one screen, other people become cannon fodder, and in each other's eyes, they form a world of their own.

I have always felt that there must always be love between two people who cherish each other and meet each other. Different camps and different owners constitute competition, but they cannot constitute hostility. This way they are evenly matched, and they must all have the same high spirits and similar hearts. In "Blue, Another Blue", there must be another me in this world. What I dare not to do is to live the life I want to live. Approximately every person who climbs to the top will suddenly feel that the heights are not so cold when they meet an opponent who is equal to him. Although they compete with each other, they are people who can understand their own words, or they can understand them without listening. Understand, like another self.

Niki is rigorous, calm, steady, thoughtful, and never deviates half a step from the track. He accepts the established risk factor of the car, but will never compromise for the extra 2%. He would spit out his tongue when he tried to persuade James to be more diligent, but when he saw James' fluttering blond hair shining in the sun and embarking on a life trajectory completely different from his own, he said with emotion that he is the person he loves and admires. Perhaps in the deepest part of Niki's calm and steady mind, there is also the desire to burn life crazily like James. Otherwise, he will not give up the future of the rich second-generation to take over the family business and devote himself to the racing industry, which is likely to die. But at the same time, he is so calm and practical, holding himself firmly around the established track, never running far.

And James, drunk, romantic, bohemian, cynical, always doesn't want to release his desire for absolute freedom in his heart. But at the same time, I hope that maybe I should be a good baby in everyone's eyes? Go to bed early, get up early, practice car diligently? Or maybe you have a family and a business, and you can settle down if you marry a wife. But at the beginning of this marriage, I was deeply imprinted by myself. The host wiped a sweat and proposed to marry me at the first meeting. My friend James, do you really want to start a family? Or do you just want to do this and cut off the idea of ​​going further and further down this road? Sure enough, please forgive him for his unruly love and freedom in his life, there is no rope that can be tied up, even if it is a marriage that he gave himself. So after all, the marriage is broken, so after all, I still like the feeling of indulgence in the flowers, indulging in wine, and being drunk now. So James can do whatever he wants. After winning the world championship, he can host without racing and try other more diverse lives. But I really want to know that when he later saw Niki steadily win one championship after another and move forward steadily, he might also admire and envy the life he didn't want to live.

James lived a slutty and free life that Niki did not dare to try, and Niki also lived a stable and dull life that James was afraid of. Some people say that this story is finally praising Niki, because evil is overwhelming, returning to the main theme. However, even Niki finally said that James was the person he admired and admired. Why do you have to say that it is a wrong life? These two free souls have chosen two completely different ways of life. The two of them are only different. There is no right or wrong. How can they change the evil and return to the right? Not choosing that kind of life does not mean disgust and contempt, because that kind of life, there is another me who has been there, and it is more exciting.

Comparing opponents must have love, just like love for oneself.

In the world, there is another self, living a life in the bottom of my heart that I want to try but haven’t lived, and then one day, you met. What kind of luck is this? Shouldn’t you love this encounter?


I would like to pay tribute to all the rivals who are quite sympathetic.
Because that is another self.

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Extended Reading

Rush quotes

  • Italian Journalist: How are you feeling, Niki?

    Niki Lauda: Fine.

    American Journalist: Niki, can you confirm to us exactly which procedures you've had and the expectations for your recovery?

    Niki Lauda: Sure. I had a skin graft operation, where they put half my right thigh in my face. Now it doesn't look too good, but one unexpected advantage is it's impossible to perspire through a skin graft, so sweat will never run into my eyes again, which is good for a driver.

    [laughter from the journalists]

    Spanish Journalist: [Raises hand] When they heard about your condition, Ferrari immediately hired a replacement driver, Carlos Reutemann.

    Niki Lauda: Yeah. Before even reaching the hospital.

    German Journalist: Is Reutemann driving today, too?

    Niki Lauda: Yes, and keen to make an impression. So let's see where Mr. Reutemann finishes and where I finish today.

    American Journalist: James Hunt and McLaren have caught up a lot while you were away.

    Niki Lauda: Yes. So is there a question now, or are you just trying to piss me off?

    [laughter from the journalists]

    German Journalist: Do you still think you can win?

    Niki Lauda: Yes, of course. I have the better car. And possibly I'm the better driver. But he's a clever guy, and he's used his time well while I was lying half-dead in hospital... to win some points.

    British Journalish: And what did your wife say when she saw your face?

    [Lauda pauses]

    Niki Lauda: She said, 'Sweetie, you don't need a face to drive. You just need a right foot.'

    [laughter from the journalists]

    British Journalish: I'm being serious. Do you really think your marriage can survive with the way you look now?

    Niki Lauda: And I'm being serious, too.

    [Points at British journalist]

    Niki Lauda: Fuck you. Press conference over.

    [Lauda gets up angrily and storms his way out of the press conference]

  • [Following Lauda's press conference, Hunt approaches the British journalist that offended Lauda]

    British Journalish: James, are you all right?

    James Hunt: Good, yeah. Listen, I think I've got something for you on that last question, about Niki.

    British Journalish: You heard about that?

    James Hunt: I did.

    [Hunt shoves the journalist into the maintenance room]

    British Journalish: James...

    [Hunt punches the journalist in the stomach and closes the door before proceeding to punch him in the face and shove him to the ground]

    British Journalish: Please, James...

    [Hunt grabs the journalist's tape recorder and stuffs it between his mouth]

    James Hunt: Now go home to your wife and ask her how you look.

    [Hunt punches the tape recorder on the journalist's face before he walks away]

    James Hunt: Prick.