"Gulun wood!" In the conversation of
"Ouba",
we still understood each other, smiled and scolded softly: "Silly B!"
In terms of age, I have a relationship with the post-90s, but because I went to school early, I have always been with a bunch of post-80s. The "old man" is bored and hangs out with me. I will listen to the black panther and shout, "My love is naked..." I hate Guo Jingming and despise the Korean style.
En is a bit off topic. Forgive me for always speaking without purpose.
I remember the serenity at that time was a little plump. She had some shadows of the so-called reserved and beautiful girls in the school. These provided how many girls in the early sexual fantasies of adolescent boys with overdeveloped male hormones. They are proud and beautiful. The jealous and envious eyes of other girls are also attractive to those boys. Ma Xiaojun is one of the people who are bewitched by this kind of beauty. It is precisely these girls who always like Liu Yiku, handsome and tall boys like
Ma Xiaojun . It can only be reduced to a toad looking up at her.
Ma Xiaojun, who unfolds the whole film in the form of a memory, can't tell which part is imaginary and which part is fact. It's just a process and a piece of youth about that era. It's just the process. We don't need to get to the bottom of it. At the end, when Ma Xiaojun and his gang roared through the streets of Beijing in a limousine, why didn't they pass through her own youth?
One cannot help but mention Yu Beibei. That same beautiful girl, maybe he would have been considered slutty at the time, but there are always such girls in our youth who adorn them with colors that enrich our boring student life and add to our after-dinner conversations. The secret and dark jealousy of the so-called good children radiated a strange brilliance at that time.
Is it true that in the end, Liu Yiku and Milan walked together happily and the ending was perfect and warm? In the end, Liu Yiku was bombed into a fool and Ma Xiaojun became a success in everyone's eyes. It's a bit ironic that things are changing. The sunshine in
old Beijing is always dazzling and dazzling, like a white woman's carcass, which implies a hidden desire. Wet and dry
sunshine In the splendid days, in fact, all we do is memories...that's enough.
Youth, to put it bluntly, is just an ambiguous memory.
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