2071 my original intention
Dell stood there, watching Renly's car go away, and the smile on his lips could not help but rise, "He is such a good boy..”
Not because of this gift, but because of the pure sincerity in his eyes and smile, which cannot be deceived. This reminded Dell of the first time he saw the big screen in the cinema.——
Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corners of society like rats, even if they have no dignity or freedom at all, even if their lives are in danger all the time, even if their existence is The entire society despises and ignores it... But as long as the movie starts playing, his dream and his world begin, and nothing else matters..
At that moment, he was convinced that he was alive, that the world still had beauty and dreams, and that the future existed..
In the blink of an eye, half a century has passed, and all his "certainties" have come true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky, even though he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, even though he has experienced Countless suffering and torture, but he is still lucky. Isn't it?？
After turning a corner, Renly's car disappeared from the end of the field of vision, but Dell still did not look back. He just stood there blankly, waiting for a long time, as if he could still hear the sound of the engine in his ears. I was satisfied until all those sounds disappeared.
Dale turned around and walked towards his seat. After sitting down slowly, he opened the letter in his hand. It was densely packed with words. He had to dig out his reading glasses from his shirt pocket and put them on his nose. on, but I still couldn’t see the handwriting clearly, so I pulled out my reading glasses again, and then I was able to identify the elegant handwriting..
“Dear Dale，
Thanks to our brief conversation, I once again felt that the so-called true 'love' has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality, race, etc. It has nothing to do with the object of interest or hobbies. It has nothing to do with sincerity. Every A sincere and enthusiastic heart is worthy of praise.
Just like the sun, just like the ocean, just like the forest, just like the glacier... these are gifts from nature, that sincere heart is also a gift from life, reminding us all the time: the meaning of life There is no right answer to meaning, only your own interpretation and interpretation, only your own unique answer. It cannot be copied or plagiarized. This is your own little secret..
i like your answer.
So, I prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will always be happy.
P.S., if you are interested, you can ask your children in one year or two years to search for this name on iTunes or Spotify. There may be unexpected surprises; I cannot guarantee the time limit, but I promise , the gift is always exclusive to you.”
Below this text, there is another text attached.
Dale was a little surprised. He couldn't tell carefully whether the text was poetry, lines, or something else, but he still read it carefully..
“To Dale, a man who loves life.
Hello, My-Old-Heart, how are you? Are you still beating in my chest? I have been worried, you have never moved, almost no longer beating.
Oh, don’t leave me alone here, don’t tell me that we have grown up and that we once loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to find a home, I want to share it with you.
Hello, my original intention, it has been so long since we waved goodbye; every day I am piling a stone on the wall cast for you to ensure that you are still safe.
Oh, don’t leave me alone here, don’t tell me that we have grown up and that we once loved each other briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to find a home, I want to share it with you.
Hello, my original intention, is it safe and sound, how to wear the shackles. Please don't worry, it is safe inside, you are indeed no longer beating, but you will never be broken..
There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you re-release your original intention. Until... you re-release your original intention..
Hello, my original intention.”
Carefully and seriously, Dell read it over and over twice, and then he couldn't help but read it softly, word for word, a little slowly, a little dull, but slowly he felt the words on his lips and teeth. The jump between them is as simple and meaningful as a poem..
Thinking about it, thinking about it... Dale's eyes became moist, "How are you, my original intention", it is such a simple and light greeting, but it brings mixed flavors to the tip of the tongue, and cannot find an accurate one. To describe it, I just couldn’t help laughing, and then I couldn’t help crying..
His friends always say that he is a lunatic. He does not know what is called a lunatic. He likes some weird movies, or he watches superhero movies like young people. Even if he can only live a subsistence life, he always He likes to go to the cinema to watch meaningless movies, tinker with trivial matters that are inappropriate for his age, and pursue the art that only literary young people in big cities like. He is thus out of touch with society..
His friends always said that he was an outsider, that black people should like jazz and soul, that they should get married and have children at the age of thirty, that they should retire and drink at the age of sixty, that Cincinnati should reject the music of the East Coast, and that poor people should give up. Art and life should be down-to-earth, and dreams should belong to the rich... One after another, shackles are firmly placed on them, and they live step by step..
But who stipulated this? At what age should you do something? Which gender, race, class, culture should do what? Isn't this the shackles that the ruling/class put on them layer by layer? Why should they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? And who stipulates that death should be accepted calmly before it arrives? If there are regulations, do we have to abide by them?？
But isn’t this his own life?？
They didn't know what he cared about, and he didn't care about what they cared about. He and they were both old and had no energy to resent and fight each other. So, he and they accepted each other's differences, chattering and stumbling. Support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.
But they can't understand each other.
Although they are friends, they are just friends. Their interests and hobbies are very different. Apart from occasionally sitting together for a drink, they can't talk to each other at all. However, he is quite content and immersed in it. In your own world, you can always find the happiness of small life——
He is already half buried in the soil. He has experienced the years of isolation, racial riots, and natural and man-made disasters. He has looked away. It is rare that he has a little hobby, and it costs six dollars a piece. Isn’t a movie ticket more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?？
He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but as he read this poem over and over again, he felt the strong heartbeat in his chest again, one time, another time, Just like this, he hit his chest hard, making him realize that he was still alive..
Dell couldn't help but leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and murmured softly, "Hello, my original intention." Then, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, blooming into a happy smile. , "There is no such thing as eternity. Some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again.".”
Beginner's Heart (Old-Heart)）.
Dell's voice landed on "Old" and drew out a long, long ending, and then gradually fell into sleep. In his dream, he dreamed of "Inception", and he became The male protagonist Cobb, the guy who can implant dreams, is young again and can even fly over walls..
Movies always have such a magical power, recording all fantasies between the interplay of light and shadow. Even the most unrealistic, wild and bizarre fantasies seem to have the potential to become reality. Who can refuse movies?？
That afternoon, Dell had a sweet dream, a long and happy dream. After waking up from his sleep, Dell carefully folded the letter and put it away. Dell never told anyone about this. He didn't want to tell anyone：
Because it was a sweet dream of his, a moment exclusive to him.
Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from her sleep, even if she told others, no one would believe her; but she knew all that. It's all real..
Real life is always like this: when Alice grows up, she forgets the Mad Hatter; when Christopher-Robin grows up, he forgets Winnie the Pooh; when Mike and Jane grow up, they forget Mary-Pooh. Mary-Poppins, we forget the unrealistic fantasies of childhood little by little, and then tell ourselves that this is the price of growing up, but we don’t know that we have actually lost the best version of ourselves..
Therefore, he is lucky. At the end of his life, he still remembers his pure and sincere self, and he can still see that "wonderland"”.
He had a wonderful premonition that that day was an insignificant but shining moment in his long life. He saw the truest and freest version of himself, the most beautiful and happiest version of himself, and the most relaxed and happiest version of himself. Comfortable self, he likes moments like that.
It was a secret between him and Renly, one he was too stingy to tell anyone else, "Shhh.”
Note: Hello, My-Old-Heart——The-Oh-Hellos）
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