Eight years ago, I was 12 years old and just graduated from primary school.
That year happened to be the hit season of Armor Warrior. Every morning, I smell the fresh and pleasant air outside the window and turn on the TV in front of my father. Because only the person who turns on the TV first has the right to choose the channel.
There is no big breakfast in the farmhouse life. My mother is on the stove, heating the leftovers from last night. My father stewed a pot of tea and cooked steamed bread. We began to eat.
That year, satellite receivers rose in the countryside, and there was a cauldron on the roof of every household. If you have a chance to climb to the top of the mountain and overlook this quiet small village, you will see the satellite cauldron reflecting the dazzling sunlight on the red tile roof of that family and turning into a star during the day.
When I was a child, there were only a few TV channels, CCTV- 1, CCTV-2, CCTV-7 and two local channels. Among the few ways we watch animation, the contact with Altman begins with other people's discs. That kind of blood-boiling music and those hearty fights left us with childhood memories that can never be erased.
But the number of plates is always in short supply, and we are not interested in seeing them. Our blood is boiling and we have been stagnant for a long time.
When I first came into contact with Armor Warrior, I bought toys from my classmates. Card games are popular in primary schools, and round cards are tossed and turned in the hands of various owners, all of which smell of honor.
A card caught my attention. The first thing I saw was the back of the card. A sacred lightsaber is inserted strongly, and behind it is a shield, an indestructible shield. The card tossed and turned and finally stayed in my hand. In front is a superman in red armor. Since then, the name Yan has been deeply engraved in my heart.
Not long after, Sichuan Satellite TV began to broadcast Armor Warrior in the morning theater. Although I missed many episodes, the inner excitement of watching the fight on the screen will never happen again.
The collision between fist and meat shocked our souls. All kinds of swords and swords collide together, and what comes out of generate in an instant is not only sparks, but also my firm belief in the invincible evil.
Time is like a mother's hair, it always grows so fast. I cut it again and again, but I still can't stop.
In the face of dinner again and again, in the face of a group of masked partners, I want to vomit and shout. Everyone smiles when pushing a cup for a change, but the hypocrisy in their eyes is well known. Shuttling through the criss-crossing streets, everyone walks like a puppet, strangers ignore them, and acquaintances look at each other coldly. An evil smell is slowly devouring people's hearts.
I once asked myself, what am I living for? What about the armored soldier you longed for when you were a child? What about the justice you pursued when you were young?
Perhaps it was at the moment when the music started that I gradually realized that what I was looking for was the courage to go forward when I faced something I thought was wrong. In this life, if there is anything that can make you burn, it is nothing more than a childhood dream.
I started my own journey, began to smile at others' indifference, refused others' flattery, and calmly faced every meal of my life. Even if I screwed up, I kept my heart.
If everyone in this society is not sincere and flattering, then our society will progress very slowly, just like Yan compromising with evil forces, everyone will live in an evil fantasy and lose sight of their true value.
A person's life is too short, so he should be a real "person" in live high's style.
Thank you, armored soldier, for your invitation. You made me realize that life is just like a journey, just like in The Real Warrior, full of just courage forever, and this is my true self!