Now I watch the movie "Westward Journey" every year
From the beginning, I felt that Wukong didn't look like Wukong, and Bajie didn't look like Bajie. The plot was a mess, and it was a movie that couldn't be more rubbish.
When I watch it a few years later, I will burst into tears. When I watch it later, I will be silent and have insomnia. When I watch it again, I will laugh, laugh from the heart, and laugh until I shed tears.
Now I understand that there is a reason why people like to watch it.
As I grow older, the heroic ambition I had in my youth to "ride the long wind and break thousands of miles of waves" has long since disappeared, leaving only a walking dead guy still lingering and running for life.
Am I not a pig who cries to the moon at midnight because he knows his identity? It's not a helpless monkey that is said to look like a dog.
In Journey to the West, they finally defeated their fate and returned to their own journey, but what about me? I can only look back lonely at the starless night sky, like a pig remembering the past...