The dark age, the golden age, the beautiful people.
I have always felt that my youth was too boring - surrounded by dazzling digital information, and even the most basic thinking skills were pitifully weak. Looking forward to growing up, but also ashamed of his own chaos. Giving up halfway and self-pity is my greatest youthful feeling. The movie made me realize that the youth of different eras turned out to be so different.
The four-year life of Ma Jianling and Luo Ming in the countryside is not very different from the life of the educated youth who went to the countryside in the 1970s as I imagined. Tired farm work, a confused mental state, the times prevent you from thinking, I can't imagine how life would be worse if a fragile student like me lived there for thousands of days. I had a great sense of fear of that era, so bad that I didn't want to touch it. The oppressive and dark age imprisoned the vigorous young life, and the yearning and longing emanating from the eyes of young people were covered by countless single and even hypocritical slogans. None of the intellectuals hate thinking, but when they examine and dissect themselves they fall into infinite confusion. The circles of smoke they exhaled not only lingered around the body, but also paralyzed the confusion in their hearts.
The movie is always illusory, and the director's control of the sense of taboo is really comfortable, and it does not make the audience feel disgusted or disgusted at all. (That erotic scene on the water is really beautiful.) I have never experienced that era, and the various plots in the movie that break through the shackles and break the stereotype can be regarded as satisfying my curiosity. The desire for intellectual freedom can be seen in the two male protagonists. The fresh life cannot hold back the desire, and all the expectations of life are in that box of "forbidden books".
The end of the movie gave me a light sadness mixed with a beautiful atmosphere. The teenagers played the piano and studied, and the little tailor listened with their cheeks; the small village was gone, the young people became middle-aged in a trance, and the rash and brave people have long since faded. The sharp edge of the past, learn to face the reality slowly and live slowly. Do you miss that era? No, I miss us who were childish and youthful at that time.
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