Beijing Love Story: a sacrifice for youth

Beijing Love Story is a group of passionate youth who have experienced all the flashy urban life and growing pains; A video feast which pursues the other side of the ideal, flying and falling; A youth sacrifice which is related to romantic love and material survival. At the end of the story, the plots stopped freezing. I thought the time on the timer would also stop, but the scriptwriter still took a higher step. Perhaps, Shen Bing’s coma is appropriate. Because the story about youth will never end. Ending is the next beginning. Time is still the same, what has changed on Earth? Time is still there, but we are flying. Chen Sicheng won. He used the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of several characters, such as madman, Wu Di, Xiaomeng, Lin Xia, Xiaoxi and Shen Bing, to put those tracks about youth, the confusion of choice and the transformation of growth are fully interpreted. Xiao Meng’s sinking, Wu Di’s struggling, the maturity of a madman, Wu Wei’s leaving, Xiao Xi’s loss, Xiao Wu’s sadness, all of them are living seriously, everyone is eager for happiness and success in the cruel competition of the city. Some people betrayed the oath, some waited for the past, and some self-Anesthesia. No matter how to deal with the reality, the youth passed away irrevocably with the endless flowing light. Those passions that were once snatched on the shady Court, those cries echoing in the open basketball hall, those notes and photos posted in the old place all remind us that some things will never go back. This TV series which claims to be more realistic than struggle and sharper than Dwelling Narrowness is more like an old photo collection of collective nostalgia. We are watching others from a distance to perform their own stories, leaving a mark of their love and hate expressions. A good script has nothing to do with roles or actors, but the story itself. This story is written with heart. This play is expressed by heart. The beauty of youth lies not only in passion and vitality, but also in the pain left in the bottom of my heart like a phoenix nirvana due to growth. Every time I heard Wang Feng’s hoarse voice singing Goodbye Youth, Goodbye Beautiful Pain, Goodbye Youth, eternal confusion. They all burst into tears. Maybe before we walked out of the ivory tower, we were the frogs at the bottom of the well. We thought our world was only that big. After the polishing of reality, we might become not like ourselves and smooth and secular, but only in this way can we not be washed away by the torrent of the times and be eliminated. The so-called maturity is just a youth-style farewell ceremony. Shakespeare once said that youth was a short dream, and when you woke up, it had already disappeared without a trace. However, when we walk on the edge of vicissitudes physically and mentally wearily, looking up at the bright starry sky, whether the material images of youth are rolling in our mind, whether they are meditating the names of friends scattered in every corner of the city, and whether they often go back to their alma mater to find the traces they have gone through like crazy people, Wu Di and Xiao Meng. Xi Murong had a poem: all the endings had been written, and all the tears had set off, but suddenly he forgot what kind of start it was, in that old summer that never came back. I met you at the moment of my life and spent all my luck. No matter how I pursue it, young you are just like a cloud passing by, while your smiling face is extremely shallow and pale, gradually hiding in the group of clouds behind the sun. Then I opened the yellow title page, and the fate bound it badly. With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again, but I had to admit that youth was a book that was too hasty. Beijing Love Story, a ceremony of Youth, a scene without audience, spectators and outsiders.

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