Listening to the song "Bluestone Street, Night of the Old House...", I recall this movie, and then I feel that I don't know if it is not the role of the protagonist's aura, or I think the song in the movie is a little better.
The film tells a very simple story, just like the kind of summer that all of us have experienced, and I stand in this story and accompany the male protagonist through the summer he has experienced, that summer is plain and ordinary, but that summer is like all the summers that we have all experienced.
In the summer, there are parental quarrels, adult grievances, children's expectations, the sadness of the elderly, and the yearning of young people... Everything was contained in that summer.
Teacher Shen's "Bluestone Street, the night of the old house, you talked quietly with me..." It has the feeling of that summer; the sweat that Xiaoyang shed in that summer was also a complete summer; Xiaoyang's mother sang yue opera, babbling and tactful, breathtaking; Xiaoyang's father did not get the position of vice principal, and gradually disappeared in that summer.
<h1 class="pgc-h-decimal" data-index="01" > (1) For children, interest is the best teacher</h1>
Gu Xiaoyang loves football very much, but his father, who is the director of teaching, is reluctant to let Gu Xiaoyang play football.
He felt that "playing football" delayed his studies, affected his grades, and was not very good to himself. But Gu Xiaoyang still loves football, even if his father opposes, even if he feels that he has no chance, Gu Xiaoyang still loves football, even if he loves football when he encounters this obstacle from his father, when he argues with each other, when he is comparable, Gu Xiaoyang still loves football.
Then I thought, the movie I watched yesterday, "Oak Boy", the little boy loves music, without music, the boy's life becomes incomplete, even so, the boy still loves music.
Change to Gu Xiaoyang.
Gu Xiaoyang loves football very much, Gu Xiaoyang feels that if there is no football, his life is also in an incomplete state, two people, both people feel that they can not lose this hobby. For example, if I don't have the thing of reading in my life, I feel that my life is incomplete, and if I think I am alive, my life seems to be missing something, and I can't let go.
Although I really haven't read seriously for a long time, the matter of reading still exists in my deepest soul.
In the end, Gu Xiaoyang's father compromised. Gu Xiaoyang's father agreed to Gu Xiaoyang's participation in the football selection competition, Gu Xiaoyang's father agreed that Gu Xiaoyang had taken this road, and since it was Gu Xiaoyang's own choice of path, Gu Xiaoyang would have to go forward no matter what.
For children, interest is the best teacher. If the children are interested, we should still "teach according to their aptitudes", because what the children love, how you grab it, how you say it, he will disagree from the bottom of his heart.
<h1 class="pgc-h-decimal" data-index="02" > (ii) Perhaps all of us have experienced such a summer</h1>
The wind of the taimen, the clouds of the patio, the summer of the West Creek.
Presumably, this river must have witnessed the growth of many people, and also witnessed the sorrows and joys of many people; Xiaoyang and his partners grew quietly under the witness of the river.
Teacher Shen, Grandpa, Director Gu, Xiaoyang Mother, Xiao Bao... No matter how long we have been in this world, that river has always witnessed our growth, he is silent, but he is also endlessly inclusive of all things.
Gu Xiaoyang's summer reminds me of the boring and boring summers of my childhood. I remember that in the summer, I spent every day lying at home writing summer vacation homework, and then writing all the summer vacation homework within the first half of the summer vacation, and the rest of the time, I gave my summer vacation homework to other students. ”
Other students played while I was writing my homework.
In the summer of my childhood, riding a worn-out bicycle and following my friends to wander the streets, in order to see the peach blossoms, I ran to the next village, four people, four cars, that was the best time.
In the summer of my childhood, I walked a long way with my friends to steal some peaches from the trees in the next village, and then washed them casually and put them in my mouth.
In the summer of childhood, every day was dirty, sweaty, hair was long, but not clean at all; clothes were torn, life was broken, there was nothing... Although I am now also nothing.
But that's the summer I've been through, little by little, day by day, like the summers I've been through.
<h1 class="pgc-h-decimal" data-index="03" > (3) Bluestone Street, Night of Old Houses</h1>
The biggest advantage of this movie is that it is really intentional, very like the summer of '98. Although Shaoxing is still quite far from my home, I can still feel that it is actually 98 years old.
Later, we all grew into adults little by little, pushed forward by time little by little, but no matter how we moved forward, we would grow more and more like our fathers.
Just like Gu Jianhua, he is cowardly, timid, good face... But he didn't allow his children to look like this.
I stood in the middle of twenty-five years old, and I was afraid that one day I would become such a person, but it was obvious that I was becoming such a person. Listen to others say, "One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulation of merit and five reading..."
At all times one should be on one's own.
I remember when I went to Wuzhen, Zhejiang Province that year, the most impressive place was this place", "the street of bluestone slabs, the night of the old house." "Unfortunately, I was not able to stay there for a day, and if I had the chance, I would have lived there for four or five, seven or eight days, carrying a wooden basin every day and washing clothes by the river."
The story is over. But then one day, Gu Jianhua walked on the way home, humbly wanted to treat Huifang well, and persuaded her to compete for the plum blossom award; when Yang Huifang was picking fruits in the vegetable market, she wondered in her heart what clothes Xiaoyang's parents would wear to look good; Gu Xiaoyang held his cheeks, calculating whether he could enter the school football team, fantasizing about Piero holding up the Hercules Cup, touching the Brazilian flag washed off his face, and did not know how Grandpa Zheng had lived in Shenzhen? The wind at the gate, the clouds on the patio, as usual, were plain as the summer of '98.