On an ordinary afternoon, I walked into the small screening hall next to the Peking University Library and met Che Guevara, which may be a niche literary film "Motorcycle Diaries" that recounts an unforgettable trip to South America when Che Guevara was young, when he was not yet guevara. Guevara, a 23-year-old medical student, was so energetic and energetic that he and his friend Albert hit the road on a broken motorcycle.
Many people have had this idea that they must go to Tibet once in this life, and I had this idea 20 years ago, but to this day, I still stay on the path of choice in life. I once met a Bei drifter in a place called Caoqiao in Beijing, as if he had started a journey to the north after graduating from the Chinese Department of Xiamen University, which seemed to be a must-have trait for Chinese students.
He met a girl he liked in Beijing, a girl full of dreams like him, bold and lively, full of youthful atmosphere, I still remember myself drooling and listening to her talk about the fantasy journey of riding a bicycle to Tibet alone, she worked all the way, all the way to the west, ran out of money, casually set up street stalls to earn some money, and arrived in Tibet step by step. What it means to go to Tibet, the place you have been dreaming of, is actually a spiritual belief, it is the motivation for you to continue to walk, it does not need gorgeous colors and beauty, but it will definitely shock your soul and make you cry, just like the person you love, she may not be beautiful, but it must make you confused, fascinated, and make you crazy.
He wrote many passionate poems for her and published them in a publication printed at his own expense. The two of them were stir-frying in the rental house, full of life, and later whether they got married or not, I don't know, because after that time, we never saw each other again, and it was also North Drift, and our lives were in a hurry.
On the road, it is a state, a state I like, it indicates an uncertainty, but it is full of hope and expectation.
Back in Che Guevara, on the way, he met the women who were touched, saw the insulted and damaged groups, the peddlers and pawns, the aunts who sold vegetables in the vegetable market, the peasants who were robbed of their meager property, the lepers who were imprisoned, the Communists who were repeatedly persecuted working in the mines, he witnessed the suffering of life, the cruel truth of society...
On this trip to South America, the young Che Guevara finally gradually clarified what he wanted to do, his ideas were sublimating, and the enthusiasm for revolution was budding and growing. Eventually, he embarked on the path of revolution, and when he became famous, he resolutely returned to Latin America, and was finally arrested and executed in Bolivia.
Over the years, I've often wondered what Che Guevara really meant and why he inspired generations of people. Not only is he a form, not just an avatar printed on a T-shirt, he is a symbol that on our increasingly mediocre and tragic path of life, Che Guevara is like a beacon, illuminating the road ahead, and more often than not, he is a placebo for our failures. In the increasingly decaying atmosphere, we cannot extricate ourselves, and Che Guevara is the only one who makes us feel the meaning of life, the only one who allows us to break free from drunken dreams and death and find our souls.
Man ultimately stands by the spirit.
My journey to Tibet, my Che Guevara, in my lifetime, I have been so persistently close to you and following you.