For children, this is just a good animated film. For those adults who shed tears in the dark, I think it may bring back a lot of memories, not only the days when Doraemon accompanied them, but also those who disappeared from you while growing up.
I don't watch anime. To me, Doraemon and Logger Vick have the same meaning. My best friend looked at my 3d glasses and asked me why I was crying. I said, "My tears are not for my childhood, for Doraemon at any door, or for ending the lyric' Let my friends be happy when they leave', but for the clumsy boy named Daxiong."
Nobi Nobuo, who lives in Tokyo, is not smart, can't do it, is kind and sensitive, and is always bullied by the strong and violent boy in the class. Nobita's growth history is actually a dark past that every stupid child has experienced. When I watched Daxiong being knocked down by Pang Hu and stumbling to his feet with all his strength, I suddenly remembered a boy in the junior high school class.
We all call him Wukong, because he really looks like a funny monkey, with big ears and thin figure. In junior high school, there are two kinds of students who are most popular: one is a good student with smart mind and good grades, who can easily solve math problems; The other is a bad teenager who doesn't study, but fights badly, always behaves unruly, or sleeps in the last row. Even if you don't belong to either of these two groups, you can have your own small group as long as your mouth is sweet and your legs are quick. But it happened that Wukong didn't, and he was stubborn to death, so Wukong always went to the toilet alone and did exercises on his desk alone.
At the school gate is a snack street hundreds of meters long. Wukong's parents pushed a tricycle to set up a stall to sell pancake fruit and beat an egg. 1.5 yuan. 10 years ago, in a small county town, 1.5 yuan spent an hour in an Internet cafe. In order to play games in the internet cafe for a while, the boys saved lunch. But if you don't eat, you will be hungry, so they blocked Wukong at the door of the toilet and beat him twice. First, they gave him some color to see, and then they talked about the conditions and ordered Wukong to bring four pancake fruits to the classroom in the future.
The boys were all one head taller than Wukong, and Wukong stared at them with red eyes and upturned head without saying a word. Wukong is so thin, their fists are so strong, how painful it is to hit him with them. No matter how stupid Wukong is, he must know that it is not worth being beaten for a few pancakes. However, at noon the next day, Wukong still returned to the classroom empty-handed, drooping his head and reciting his physics textbook.
After the boy came back from the internet cafe, he didn't see lunch, so he was naturally upset. Stride to Wukong, reach out and drag him from the chair to the wall behind the classroom. Wukong is really stubborn and doesn't resist. Although his eyes were full of tears, he still pursed his mouth and stared at the physics textbook in his hand.
The boys swarmed and punched him, but Wukong still didn't cry, but his face was full of pain. I am the monitor, and I have a lot of evidence of boys' bad behavior. If I report to the teachers casually, they will be punished. So I threatened them to let Wukong go.
Wukong slowly looked up at me amid the booing of the boys, then picked up the trampled physics textbook on the ground and returned to his seat.
Later, I thought that my behavior at that time was not to save Wukong, but the heroic feelings of the girl were bursting, and I wanted to win the applause of people around me like a peerless master full of justice in martial arts novels. If it is a pure love novel, then Wukong should be moved by me, so that he is secretly in love, sitting alone in the corner, secretly watching my every move. However, life can't develop according to the routine in the novel. Wukong doesn't like me, and we still don't have as many intersections as before. Wukong is still so stupid that even the math teacher picked up the blackboard eraser and threw it at his position, saying, "Pigs are smarter than you."
Before the middle school entrance examination, teachers from vocational high schools came to the school to recruit students. The head teacher talked to Wukong and told him that from his family situation to his academic performance, going to vocational high school was his wisest choice. In fact, Wukong's performance in liberal arts is not bad, and he ranks high in the class, but mathematics and physics are really bad.
Wukong refused to accept the application form in the hand of the class teacher. He said without hesitation, "I still want to try."
I haven't seen Wukong since the senior high school entrance examination. I just heard that he was admitted to the experimental middle school with a score of 5 points higher than the fractional line, and went to a university in the south after the college entrance examination.
Hearing these news, I am very happy for Wukong. The stupid boy kept accelerating his pace and finally caught up with his peers. Like most people, after graduating from college, he can find a good job, marry a compatible girl and live a stable life.
But he is the Wukong who was called "stupid" since he was a child. It's not easy to be smart. In his sophomore year, he made another "stupid mistake" and went to Beijing.
Wukong is a major in power engineering. If you are lucky, you can enter the power system industry with high oil and water in the future. However, Wukong resolutely submitted an application for dropping out of school, and under the scolding of his parents, he set foot on the train going north.
I wonder how many people flock to the streets of Beijing every year. I don't know whether their dreams are as heavy as Wukong's, and I don't know how difficult it is for Beijing to take the self-taught exam. I only know that in order to be admitted to China Communication University, Wukong carried thick self-study materials one by one. Even if you are mediocre and plain, you should spend more time reading than others, but your firm belief will eventually make you grow. You are not afraid of congenital deficiency. What you have to worry about is laziness the day after tomorrow. You will always get something from your efforts. Just wait for the right time and don't give up when the opportunity comes! Share this story with friends, let's share it together!