My name is Su Muxian (1)

  Su Mu Xian, male, 1987, height 176cm, weight 60kg, Aries, introverted personality, likes listening to music, surfing the internet, playing games, doing things in a casual and carefree manner, being a person of integrity and transparency. Idol is Hai Zi, motto is "Never assume the worst intentions of someone", ideal is "Facing the sea, with blooming flowers".

  This is a dating website given by Matt, and I filled out a personal profile.

  There are also some optional contents in the information column, such as occupation, monthly income, whether you are an only child and so on.

  I didn't fill these out.

  My profession is a film screenwriter, mainly writing science fiction and literary scripts.

  Science fiction, I want to write something like "Back to the Future", "The Matrix", "Independence Day" and "Jurassic Park".

  As for art-house films, they are similar to "The Legend of 1900", "Cinema Paradiso", "Malèna" and "Slumdog Millionaire".

  Actually, I most often write urban romance scripts. Those are the kind of stories about rich girls and poor boys, or Cinderella meeting a prince charming. Honestly, these kinds of stories can only happen in movies because people in movies always look so silly, making decisions without thinking twice, whereas in reality, we all make smart and wise decisions after careful consideration.

  However, we real people always have some yearning and longing, some reachable wishes, and some unattainable dreams. And movies, this kind of movie, just satisfy people's needs, filling the void and flavorless life, so people always watch this kind of movie with relish.

  The directors were even more delighted.

  Because this type of script has the lowest threshold and is also the least risky to invest in.

  Every person with independent consciousness and ideas can come to a conclusion: there are too many low-quality movies in the market, specifically, there are too many low-quality movies in the Chinese market. Therefore, like every person with independent consciousness and ideas, I rarely watch Chinese movies, more precisely, I don't watch mainland Chinese movies. Occasionally, I watch Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, such as "Cape No. 7" and "Monga".

  On a long-distance bus, the driver always likes to play movies from mainland China. As soon as the movie starts, it's like a rooster crowing, with a loud and earth-shaking opening music, followed by a green background screen, sliding over a film reel logo.

  To put it that way, the shots are cheesy, the actors are cheesy, and the plot is cheesy. Everything looks so reasonably cheesy.

  So many passengers fell fast asleep.

  This has always led me to believe that mainland Chinese films have been struggling and stumbling along without making progress.

  Until recently, I had lost hope, but after watching two movies, "The Orphan of Zhao" and "Let the Bullets Fly", I have started to hold out hope for mainland Chinese cinema.

  Actually, if we put our heart into it, we can also make a good movie.

  Yeah, got a bit off track. Let's get back on topic and talk about me again.

  I am a student of 2006 grade.

  In college, I studied traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture. I was a junior college student, studying for two years and interning in a hospital for one year. My school was located in a very remote and small city, where I spent two carefree years of my youth. After the end of my sophomore year, I faced two choices: either go to the hospital for an internship or prepare for the entrance exam to upgrade to undergraduate studies and then take the postgraduate entrance exam.

  At that time, I made a surprising decision. In addition to the two options, I gave myself another option: dropping out of school and going to a youth magazine as an editor.

  There is a reason for making this decision. Half a year ago, I accidentally read about Hai Zi, Luo Yihe, Bei Dao and Gu Cheng in a book, who came together because of their love for poetry and created the poetry publications "We" and "Stars". A passion in my heart was ignited.

  That night, I had a dream, in which those young poets were holding poems that emitted the fragrance of ink, gathered around the bonfire, reading aloud with rapt attention and satisfaction. In my dream, I was deeply moved, and after waking up, I couldn't help but get out of bed, still drowsy, and wrote a poem:

  Half of Youth

  A few strokes, unable to cover up the vicissitudes of life.

  A few scattered lines, unable to hide the desolation.

  Who in the dark sips and dreams,

  Who is looking up at the sun?

  I am not anyone's sorrow

  No one is my melancholy.

  Let youth drift away, slowly slaughtered

  In a state of utter chaos

  A desolate place.