I Live in Gotham

My friend burst into tears suddenly and was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. But I couldn't control my tears at all. Batman is a kind of faith, a little glimmer of salvation in the middle of the night.

I suddenly burst into tears while watching it. Bat is a belief. And we are saved by the stars in this deep dark night.

I cried watching it late at night Chemistry work under elbows Our life is like this, busy and in a hurry. But these people, these heroes, these star-like existences shine brightly on the path forward for ordinary people, dispelling confusion and despair. Even ignite us What an amazing species we are The best adjectives we create come from ourselves, but so do the most evil adjectives we create. I always feel that the most noble and precious quality of human beings is not kindness and intelligence But with hope If even one human being has hope, we will not be destroyed, and neither will our heroes. Here's to our hero, Gotham's Dark Knight, a modern-day Hamlet.

It's still raining in Gotham today. I can't remember how long it has been since I saw the clear sky in Gotham. Maybe the sun has come out, but never mind. In this city, even the sunshine cannot dispel its haze. So, what difference does it make if the sun doesn't come out? Shootings can be seen everywhere, thieves and robbers emerge in an endless stream, and the sound of police sirens every day has become a part of the lives of Gotham people. Every night I turn on the TV and I always see news about someone being arrested. The criminals in the photos have empty and numb expressions. They all stare straight into the camera, with no emotion or anger in their eyes. Those eyes were like dry wells that had dried up, bottomless and empty. This is Gotham. And I know there are many, many Gothamites like me. They come home from get off work every day and sit on the sofa. The light of the TV screen shines on their faces, and the silver light hides most of their faces in darkness. They were watching the TV attentively. The newscaster on the screen told one case after another with cold expressions, but their faces were the same as those of the criminals on TV. One after another, ordinary people stared straight at the screen, with no emotion or anger in their eyes. Those pairs of eyes were like dead reptiles, as if they were inorganic and empty. This is Gotham. This is Gotham. Living in this sin city, you must learn to face the blood that often appears on the road, learn to face the disheveled girls who pass you by, learn to face the smell of marijuana in the alleys, and the gunshots that sound from behind you from time to time. Until someone stood up. ——Let's call him "human", because no one knows what he is. The metropolis not far away is prosperous and bright, and the gods who live there are tall and handsome. They are almost the opposite extremes from the "man" hiding in the shadows of Gotham. Some say he is a hero, some say he is a vampire from the castle, some say he is a monster. No one knows where he came from. He is like an evil ghost awakened by the gunfire in Gotham. He opens his eyes from the night. Then you look up again, and the laser light makes a bat symbol in the sky. Batman, the Dark Knight, an unknown vigilante. With a dark figure, dark equipment, and almost violent methods, he obviously understands Gotham, its style, and its habits, but he is single-handedly challenging its existence. But this is Gotham, the Gotham we're used to. I have seen that many politicians have restrained their actions because of him, and I have seen that corrupt bureaucrats have gradually given up on black money because of him, but it is the same. I have also seen even more terrible criminals born because of him. Sewers, chemical plants, and the lunatic asylum guarded by layers of guards. I heard that there would always be a place for him in the prison named Arkham. I also heard that the criminal who always laughed wildly and sharply said that he would be waiting for him in Arkham. I even heard that the prosecutor who once represented justice and light showed his bloody face and said to him. You're a criminal, Batman, you're a criminal. Is Gotham short of criminals? No, it never is. More explosions, more murders, and an unreasonable man brought the crime in this city to almost hysteria. The people of Gotham hated him and blamed him, but I could still see that bright laser light in the midnight sky. Later, the opposition gradually disappeared - this city's ability to adapt is so strong, even if to outsiders, the vigilantes who maintain order are almost synonymous with terror, which sounds ridiculous and ridiculous. The Dark Knight finally blends into the city's background. The days are still going on, the city is still running, and the sun is still hard to see in the sky. But there is something different, I can feel it. Standing on the street, when the siren sounds, people including me will follow the sound; sitting at home, when the news program starts, some people will be ashamed of the numb expression on their faces. At the very least, someone stood up. At the very least, Gotham realizes that this is wrong. The city is coming to life, literally coming to life. The machine that used to be gorgeous on the outside but rotten on the inside can no longer hide its dying creaks. Because he turned his body into engine oil and threw it into it. More people will join in. More people will open their eyes in the dark. There will be more people opening closed windows. More people will raise their heads and look to the sky. Gotham doesn't need sunshine. Gotham's hope comes from Gotham.

Phew, I actually clicked on Master Chenchen's new article from Master Huahua, and reflected... I remember hearing someone say that the biggest difference between DC and Marvel is the no-kill principle, except for Young Master (Young Master should refer to Green Arrow, right?). I am a staunch fan of DC. Except for the Hulk, which I like because of the actor, I really don't love any of the others. It's not about the no-kill principle. Personally, I feel that Marvel's heroes are more self-centered and more like ordinary people; while DC's heroes are more noble, the kind who will sacrifice their lives for their ideals without hesitation, and feel very much like the Son of God (by the way, could Superman's prototype be the Son of God?). Maybe some people prefer down-to-earth heroes, but I think the heroes that make me admire and believe that can really save the world should be those heroes from DC.

In fact, I have never been very fond of Western-style heroism, because it is a kind of salvation that transcends the secular order. They can indeed help everyone and everything more effectively. However, once they start to break the order, it will inevitably lead to the collapse of the order. However, I saw another antidote to heroes in Jiang Hua. I think, if I lived in that era, in such a desperate moment, I would also expect a hero who breaks everything to save me. Batman means more hope and the coming dawn after darkness. I have always liked Jiang Hua's writings. There are always things in the writings that make people want to think about, touching the heart, making them want to cry or laugh. Ginger flower, come on!