Huiying 2015-11-14 12:17:16

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The story takes place in Beijing in winter.

Dirty fog, dirty haze, dry and cold wind, and the rolling sand that belongs only to the north, make this imperial city seem to be shrouded in chaos.

The white snow cannot hide the hustle and bustle in the alley. Accompanied by the cries of pie stalls on the roadside early in the morning, the bells of farmers riding their carts to work, the chatter of old men greeting the whole family, the urban management and vendors smashing cars and stalls. "Reciprocity" is the beginning of a story about "Old Paoer" Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu's "rules" also took the opportunity to say hello and greet you.

The dispute between urban management and lampshade children is a daily occurrence tirelessly taking place in almost all cities in China. There are always a lot of people watching the fun, and everyone knows the ending well. They pass by and watch a show. Occasionally, they can add fire and shout a few times to have fun without spending money, so why not do it.

The old Beijinger who lives in the hutong has a somewhat "non-mainstream" way of meddling in others' affairs. He asked the criminal to voluntarily hand over his "illegal property", paid for the money he paid for smashing the police car, and then gave the city management officer who slapped the lamp a slap in the face. In his values, this matter was considered a clean slate. . Everything must be justified. It is wrong to know the law and break the law. It is wrong to damage people's money. It is wrong to enforce the law violently. It is wrong to hurt people intentionally. One code equals one code, and no one can suffer. We are not afraid of offending others after spending money, but we are afraid of losing morality.

Sixth Master's "rules" then became like a dense drumbeat that kept beating in important plots. The sound was deafening and resounded in the sky. From the kind charity to the begging girl, to the unsatisfied condemnation of the onlookers who jumped off the building, to the several confrontations with Xiao Fei, the balance of benevolence and righteousness in Mr. Liu's heart has always been placed there. Only when he is at peace can he be stable and live a solid life.

"If you have the way of benevolence and recognition, you can make a name for yourself. If you make a name for yourself, there is a danger of disadvantage." This is his morality in the world, and it is also what "Men San'er" and "Lampshade'er" have done Lao Pao'er's principles of life. The snow in the snow in Beijing blinds people, and the white blanket makes it impossible to see into the distance. But if you look down, you can still find their lonely footprints. They are holding torches and trying to light up the desolate city. Like the flame of sincerity, the light of stubbornness.

The world is changing faster and faster, people are huddled in their coats, and the swords on the street are pointing at the blue sky. The buildings outside the alley have been renovated, and the name Xuanwu District has long disappeared. They can't keep up with updates on many things, and they can't download many rules in time. The son can teach Lao Tzu a lesson, and a new generation can start a revolution. Old people would call it "touching porcelain" if they fell down on the road, and young people would take selfies desperately when they saw someone jumping off a building. Rich people no longer feed lions and tigers, and ostriches appear on the road and gallop... The upright rules in the heart have become serious and ridiculous "bragging" in the eyes of the younger generation. This set of brotherhood based on loyalty has long been inferior to red beef. Dry.

A group of people who grew up in the Imperial City suddenly became impoverished stones, incompatible with this new world, and a bit "stubborn".

There was also a time when Ji Zi was young and had a horse wearing a sable coat. Now that I am old and scratching my head, I still talk and laugh about the emperor's hegemony. I never thought that the world would change so much that it would be hard to tolerate the impermanence of things. The generation of gangsters who rode manganese steel bicycles will be written into history by the cool, rich and handsome men who drove Enzo Ferraris.

But it’s just that when people reach middle age, everything ends, so how can they be willing to waste their spring and autumn? I can’t accept it, I can’t accept it, I can’t accept it. Inviting a bunch of brothers and melons to have a showdown of the century on the ice lake, we still have to do what needs to be done, and we can't change the rules. Documents that violate laws and disciplines should still be reported. It doesn’t matter what royal power, wealth, or rules and regulations, this is not the case in the old world. When going to the last appointment in this life, only by observing the rules can you go with peace of mind. Wearing a green woolen military coat, carrying a long saber on our back, chasing ostriches on our bicycles, we set off when the sun rises in winter. Still in the same place, still on the same road, just like yesterday among countless yesterdays.

On the vast glacial lake, Liu Ye's bones seemed to be shattered in the boundless whirlwind. The blood melted the long-term ice and snow, forming a sharp ice on the branches. His soul walks on the blade, and every step is a struggle and confrontation with himself, both physically and psychologically. In the end, no ice blades met, and no red blood bloomed on the white ice. The kneeling roar that shook the sky was the strongest sound of the era in the clear cold weather. The last body that stumbled and fell was a solemn and eye-catching black silhouette under the long winter. This freezes the scene, and Lao Pao'er's passion burns.

In fact, the wilderness has become brighter everywhere. On the road of growth, now or in the future, when confused travelers coming from afar see such fire, there will always be someone who staggers and screams towards the brightness. Maybe Xiaofei, maybe more young people.

They are still old.

Times are passing by, the years are increasing, and no one can say anything about fate. This is foreshadowed not long into the movie. The passionate scene between the "chatterbox" played by Xu Qing and the "old gunner" Liu Ye was completed in seconds, which was a white flag in terms of physical function. When I was young, I once "climbed flowers out of the wall, and folded the willow branches along the road. The flowers were red and tender, and the willows were green and soft, like a prodigal. With my willow-climbing hand, the flowers were broken and the willows fell." Hugh. I spend half my life breaking willows and climbing flowers, and I spend my whole life sleeping in flowers and sleeping in willows." I hope that "the leader of the world will be the leader of the world's prodigal sons." But now, the years have made people grow old, surrendered their guns, and softened their bananas. . Not only the body, but also the heart becomes extremely soft when you are old. He couldn't help but care more about Xiaobo, and he couldn't hide the burning love embedded in Chi Mu's eye lines. Nothing compares to being close to your children. "A child laughs in his dream, and a butterfly flies in the garden." Lao Pao'er, an old father, probably looks forward to the most, just to experience vivid joy similar to this moment.

I once heard someone say that men only grow old but never mature. Now I feel this is wrong. The process of maturity is "a kind of transcendence of love and hate, repeated questioning and denial of appearance, quest and compromise of destiny; with the degradation of the body, the gradual awakening of perception, and after traveling through a vast time, one's own understanding of oneself." The ultimate loyalty. "The feelings of youth carry through to old age, and the passion of youth has burned with Mr. Liu his whole life. This is not childishness, but a pure attitude of being loyal to oneself for a lifetime.

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As a post-90s person who grew up in Guangzhou, in the first half hour of watching the movie, to be honest, maybe with some incomprehension, I felt a little bit confused at first. At the beginning, the way the old guns behaved made me seem to see the shadow of some of my parents who I feared. They grew up in the changing times, from the most difficult old society to a new society with rapid economic development. Invisibly, they have built an invulnerable system in their consciousness that bears the imprint of the past. They try to use their own game rules, values ??and logical relationships as standards to incorporate the good and bad of everything into this system. to calculate and measure. In their view, the thoughts and opinions of the younger generation are rebellious, insignificant, unacceptable, and should be strangled in the cradle.

"Their stubbornness is often the same. It is the chaos and unnameable gray behind the lazy smile and the smooth life. Gray gray, gray fog, gray iron. Talk to them , your voice is either swallowed up by the fog, or bounced back by the iron." The initial denial of the younger generation in "Lao Pao'er" really hit home for me, a girl born in the 1990s. "Heart of Glass". The younger generation seems to be in a bad way. Apart from the fact that they all lost their way in the end and moved closer to a good young man with a bright future, there is almost no other redeeming feature. This is the most regrettable part of the movie - Xiao Fei and Xiaobo are both a bit flat and thin.

In fact, the contradiction between the two generations is not irreconcilable, otherwise there would not be a final reconciliation.

Xiaofei is also going through the process of gradually understanding and finally passing on the set of rules of "morality". He is the successor of high-ranking officials and powerful people, and also a beneficiary of the new generation of rules system. But there is a world hidden in his heart, and there lives a Li Xunhuan. Tender and chivalrous, heroic and righteous.

Sitting on the sofa and reading "Xiao Li Fei Knife" so quietly, staring at it without turning around. If it weren't for copying dreams and depicting beliefs and utopias between the lines, how could he lose the aura and obsessiveness of the little boss? He is like a scholar who is addicted to books and forgets time. Maybe you also want to be a knight-errant who comes and goes like the wind in the clouds, mountains and mist, with blood-red liver and gallbladder, deciding between life and death, not afraid of danger with his sword alone, and resolutely crossing the rivers and lakes with his clothes.

"Fei'er, you are still young, so you are right to listen to your father."

"I listened, and I became a useless person after listening."

The self-deprecating phrase "wasteful man" made me, an outsider, feel a little bit sad for him inadvertently. Xiao Fei is not a gangster or a bad boy in the true sense. You can get a glimpse of it from his gentle words. Unlike the old guns who have been struggling since childhood and gambling their wealth and life, he is essentially just a playboy who can squander capital at will. He will be hesitant and confused, and will be soft and fragile. The fathers are the new rulers with money and power, so Xiao Fei's status as a "second-generation official" casts a layer of helplessness that we, the little common people, cannot understand. Xiaofei is afraid because the rules of society are re-dominated and redefined by them, because the inseparable family blood has built a wall with no exit. Xiao Fei is confused because he faces the sinful and ugly truth more than anyone else, and because even though he knows he is wrong, he cannot find a way out. He has not grown up to be able to support himself, and he has not accumulated the confidence to compete with his parents. Lonely like him, he started to act cool and aloof, and he became willful and pretentious. He was addicted to the world of himself and sports cars, squandering his life in every possible way to find the warmth of life. In that world, there was speed, winning and losing, and "chivalry", although it was all a fictitious scam based on wealth and wealth. The strong wind while racing through the Third Ring Road on a winter night, the active cells and the impulsive love all made Xiaofei feel the vitality of survival.

"There is a dustpan in the south of the Wei Dynasty, which cannot be used to winnow; there is a bucket in the north of the Wei Dynasty, and one cannot stir up the wine slurry." The empty and useless child's world still cannot solve his confusion and confusion about the world and the meaning of life. It's not that he has no rules, it's just that no one understands him, and no one is interested in listening. It wasn't until I met Mr. Liu that the story of Ren Xia Shangyi floating in the book came true. Like a bird in the wilderness finding the sky, everything has its ideal sustenance.

The relationship between Xiao Fei, who has turned back to black hair, and Liu Ye gradually begins a side plot of frenemies and friends. They began to talk like two equal adults, not weighing money, power, wealth, but only morality. "Sixth Master, before I met you, I thought such people were written in books. But after meeting you, I believed it." Xiaofei's admiration for illusory martial arts characters gradually fell to "Sixth Master" "This entity. This is the root cause of the warming relationship. Obviously, his father's people could arrest Mr. Liu and give him a beating, but Xiao Fei decided to stop him like this. Solve the problem according to Liu Ye's way of "fighting" and pay tribute to the rules with personal choice. The words "I'm sorry" before the final showdown, the powerful slap after hesitatingly reaching out, and the smile on a poker face against the light, made me seem to see a willful young man handing a warm greeting to Lao Jianghu. "Certificate of Voting". I originally thought that I would not be able to find the exit in the fog, so I would stop where I was and watch everything come to nothing. But fortunately, this winter, you shook off the wind and snow and appeared, ready to have a showdown with me that would tear apart the darkness.

A few days later, the ice-blue sky and earth seemed particularly empty and desolate. A heroic burning was waiting for the wind and snow to extinguish it. Liu Ye fell on the road to maintain the order of the past and wrote the final answer to the "benevolence and righteousness" test question with his life. The reviewers are a generation of young people represented by Xiao Fei, and also all those in power who stand behind Xiao Fei. Perhaps no one can be more moved than Xiao Fei, and a pair of eyes full of tears is the best thing to rely on.

Since then, I want to know whether the wind is strong in Beijing that day. I want to know if anyone has seen a tall and thin young man with bright eyes and loud steps on this day. I want to know whether the wind and frost are draped on his shoulders, whether the heavy snow cannot bend his back, whether he will be blind in the extreme whiteness, and whether he can see the road clearly under his feet. Will he get better? Just like the pure young man who once flashed, stubborn and tender, with a young mind like an army of thousands of horses, cutting through thorns with a cloak and fighting for the day with raised eyebrows.

The conflict between Xiao Fei and Liu Ye was also the conflict between me and "Lao Pao'er" at first. My "resistance" is the apparent dissatisfaction between the two generations.

That’s why I like the black-haired Xiao Fei so much and want to give the best blessings to him and to us who are as young as him. At the end of the movie, everything returns to calmness and brightness. We also hope that we can live in this increasingly fucked up world in a kinder way, and have a conceptual friendly handshake with our fathers with a more sincere and appropriate attitude.

There is nothing unspeakable. Just look at Xiao Fei and Liu Ye.

As history reaches this day, in the eyes of many of our fathers, the leisurely love and love of our ancestors is far away from the turmoil of the current world. We live in a hurry, chaos, and impatience. Tradition, etiquette, and culture are broken, and public order and good customs are no longer what they used to be. But there is no accurate standard or formula that can be used to measure what is better in the past, present and future. There are a thousand worlds in the eyes of a thousand people, and every era has its own behavior. It may end up being nothing more than helpless relief, or an overlooked surprise. Faced with this common ignorance and unknown that everyone has, both generations need more patience and understanding.

The speed of the changing times has inevitably brought about the possibility of lagging subjective ideas for the older generation, but they have also made great efforts to be the creators of this era. Young people should understand this kind of passion as "precious and untimely". The precious wisdom of middle-aged and elderly people should have listeners. The principles accumulated over the years will become more fragrant over time, just like the vertical wood soaked by the sunlight. If it looks useful, learn it and take it back to do something. If it doesn't work, If you don't mind it, you might as well keep it as an ornament for decoration. Occasionally used to reminisce in a literary and artistic way, it is also an extra sentiment.

Just as Director Feng Xiaogang borrowed the words of Dickens during an interview with reporters: "This is the best of times and the worst of times." Every era has its flaws, and this era is no exception. . The social diseases caused by rapid material development and cultural backwardness are a heavy burden on young people. Most of them question society, deny the past, and are full of inflation and fantasy about the future, that is, they are obsessed with the myths of the times. They are enthusiastic, they are young, but they are also ignorant and anxious. Give them more time, more opportunities to express their ideas and make mistakes. The cultural capital and social experience of their parents' generation are their reference books, but they are not the test papers of that era. Criticism is allowed, but please also listen to their voices for the new era. They always have to stumble and grow up, and the world still has to be their own.

The flame of sincerity will never go out, as long as we gently hand over the torch to each other.

May the flame of fire be passed on forever and last forever.

I wish you and I could have a bright pearl. Once the dust is gone, the light will shine through thousands of mountains and rivers.

November 14, 2015 in Taipei