Last winter break, I saw a movie, “Dead Poets Society”. I thought it was a movie about the love between teachers and students, just like Spring in the Cattle Class, but as I watched it, I realized that there was something more in it – poetry.
Yes, that’s right, “poetic,” and that’s literally what it is. In this film, Mr. Keating’s teacher continues to use literature to nurture her students, using poetry to help children in hell schools discover and follow their dreams, giving their lives in Purgatory an extra dose of poetry.
The film tells the story of Wilton Preparatory Academy, a traditional school in the United States, known for its serious teaching style and high promotion rate. The teaching style at the school has long been serious and rigid, but all that changes with the arrival of Mr. Keating. There is a classic line in the movie that runs throughout the entire movie: “O Captain, my Captain! “The rigid traditional way of education, using poetry to help students understand themselves, the world, and the meaning of life.
“The flowers that are smiling today will wither in the wind tomorrow.” Ms. Keating always stresses the importance of exploring oneself – to start looking for and discovering your inner voice before it’s too late, and to try to hear that voice a little more clearly so that our steps can be a little firmer, and we can go a little longer and further even if some people oppose us.
But the film’s ending is a tragedy – the poetic world ultimately loses out to the reality of the dictatorship.
In the end, one of the main characters, Neil, ends his own life because he can’t stand his father’s tyranny, the group of students are forced to sign an acknowledgement, and Mr. Keating is expelled from the school. It is obviously a hopeful journey to build a dream, but the final ending is so sad and sad.
There is a hot comment on Douban: “The murderer is undoubtedly the ‘captain’ who taught his students to pursue happiness, but not to resist. The idealistic opening chapter ends with a tragic event, where the ideal eventually returns to reality and remains suppressed by it.”
In reality, we also have so many “captains”-books, movies, travels, which bring us so much romance and ideals that are like heaven compared to the swamp of reality, but we can’t get rid of the fate of struggling in the swamp, we can only dream in the ideal for a while, and eventually we have to continue to plunge into the reality of daily life, materialism, vanity, and selfishness.
However, even though we know that the ideal can’t beat the reality, we still have to build an ideal country for ourselves.
As Mr. Yu Guangzhong said, “My son, I hope you will be an idealist from beginning to end. “Idealism is a driftwood in the swamp of reality, on which we can see the blue sky, the distant mountains, the clear lakes, and many other beautiful things, otherwise, we can only sink into the mud and live a peaceful and desperate life.
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