Many people ask me, whose wrist is only two fingers thick, why I like boxing. Standing in the rough fighting arena and looking around, I am surrounded by burly men dripping with sweat, and I am the only woman.
Looking back carefully, I initially chose to sign up for boxing classes instead of yoga because of a movie called " Hundred Yuan Love ".
Don't let the title fool you, this movie has nothing to do with a sweet love story. The movie is filled with a kind of Japanese inspiration - you work hard, but you may not win; you like someone very much, but you may not be able to be with them; you also want to be good in life, but life often throws combinations of punches that make people confused. Meat and vegetables.
It’s really rare for an inspirational film to not have the smell of chicken soup. The heroine of
has a son, a complete loser - 32 years old, living at her mother's house, without a job, single, hunchback, shiny face, covered with acne marks, fat, bad breath, and bad temper. He spends all day playing games with his nephew in a messy room. His only action is to raise his arms and scratch his lower back, revealing his "swimming ring."
is so much like ourselves! He is going through the quarter crisis of his life. He has an average appearance and an average family background. He is not a bad person, but his brain is not very smart. All actions are driven by instinct. Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are sleepy, and you can always find a way to survive even if you really have no money. Like a slippery loach, burrowing in and out of the mud of life.
I only occasionally take the time to think about the meaning of life in the cubicle where I work overtime and in the crowded subway. From birth to adulthood, the first half of the time is forced to study, and the second half is forced to find one's own little grid. I exchanged most of my life after the age of 25 for a grid that was not worth that much money. In my middle age, I began to think about life in sorrow. There's nothing cool about living your life like this.
The rejected child was even more unlucky. She had a falling out with her family, went to work at a 100-yen store, and was assaulted by her colleagues. She lived in fear. The only hope is a man who plays boxing. Ichiko falls in love with him, watches him compete, fight, and pats him on the shoulder afterward. Look humbly at the other person's glow, as if you are also illuminated.
"Why did you date me?" Yizi asked him coyly. "Because you can't refuse." The man kept pretending to be a cold and aloof god, and finally cheated and ran away with someone else. After life has ravaged a child, it needs to be kicked twice more.
The huge and ruthless tide of life can overturn those who are struggling at any time. Unlucky friends know best what it feels like to walk down the road of falling out of love. The closedness and sinking of life, the frustration of never speaking, mixed with the depression of will, mixed evenly and swallowed. What should
do, go for plastic surgery? Cry until dawn? Revenge on society? One child chooses to box on his own.
In the 100-yuan supermarket, in the unknown training hall, on the road in front of the house, squeaking, shaking his fist, anytime and anywhere.
When I hit the opponent's head with a straight fist, there are always boxing friends joking and saying, "What's wrong, life is not going well?" I don't know, as people say, sometimes life is not clear, so I can just pick out a few fragments. It can be told into a story with a beginning and an end, and telling others is another set of beginnings and endings. We buy clothes one season and throw away the next, we eat all the food again until we are tired of it, our happiness disappears in a flash, and even our sadness cannot last long.
Only when the power is transmitted from the legs to the waist, up to the arms, and then rushes out of the fist to reach the opponent's head, do I feel a trace of reality and satisfaction. Most of the time, the opponent dodges flexibly, and I keep attacking while breathing heavily, but all I get is a stinky sweat. Sometimes it can be in exchange for pain. A fist hitting you in the face will make you have fire in your eyes and fight back desperately, no matter what.
is like a man standing in the ring. His eyes are sharp, his hair is cut short and neatly combed back. His muscles are shining. He clenches the red boxing gloves and bangs them together to cheer himself up. He can throw them away at any time. Hit someone with your fists!
She is like an unlucky friend who caught a mediocre hand at the poker table of life and wants to try her best to win the game. She stands in the ring with a stubborn and unwilling attitude to give up. How inspiring! How burning!
But when glory and dreams were about to come, Ichiko was tortured by a professional boxer until her face was covered with blood. The opponent treated her like a sandbag and beat her until she couldn't find her way. She lay down on the boxing ring exhausted, and finally struggled to get up. Give your opponent a hug and a pat on the shoulder.
"I really want to win once, even just once." After the boxing match ended, Ichiko burst into tears. This scene alone is a hundred times more brilliant than those myths about ordinary people's counterattacks. Because in real life, not every punch can lead to success. Too many unhappy people can only clasp their hands behind their backs, shake their heads, and lament, "Life is not good for me."
I have heard too much about the failure experiences of winners in life, and it is only the failure of the loser that is so moving. It is the failure after trying all one's best - bumping headlong into a deadlock with fate, and then being beaten backhand by it.
Seeing this, a hint of nihilism suddenly arises in my heart. From now on, I will waste my years without regrets, be inactive without shame, do not forcefully assign value to life, and do not deliberately fabricate the meaning of life.
Some people may ask, then why do you still learn boxing? The answer is only four words - because it’s cool!
Looking at the entire universe, a person and a fart are almost the same. Just like a blogger said: Life is meaningless. You use your own will to stir up the matter temporarily stored in your human form in the universe, making it more coordinated and orderly for your use, creating pleasure, convenience and meaning. , and use it to feedback your will.
There is a section in the middle of the movie where the cheating man comes back and asks Ichiko why he learned boxing. He is probably waiting for Ichiko to reply with some pretentious nonsense like "because of you". But Yizi frowned in the sun, thought for a while, and said, "It feels good to fight each other and pat each other on the shoulders."
Source: China Youth Daily
