你走进我的同时，也走进了自己；同样，你治愈了我，也治愈了你自己。

有一种影片，她缓缓地如同小河，小小的深沉，小小的波澜，小小的温情，小小的脆弱，就这么慢慢流淌，你仿佛就不想她结束，就愿意让她一直进行下去，你会愤慨、感叹、哽咽、流泪、迷惘、希冀，随着情节的发展、人物的命运。这个男孩的故事，就是这样的。 我很幸运，在这样一个有点low low的moment，选择一个人外表安静内心起伏地看完这部影片。看到最后才知道是丹泽尔华盛顿导演，根据Antwone Fisher真实故事改编。 两位男主的动情演绎真挚而温柔，足够惦念。

让认落泪的那首诗：

Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own Who will cry for the little boy, he cried himself to sleep Who will cry for the little boy, who never had it for keeps Who will cry for the little boy, who walked on burning sands Who will cry for the little boy, the boy inside a man Who will cry for the little boy, who knew well hurt and pain Who will cry for the little boy, who died and died again Who will cry for the little boy, a good boy he tried to be Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me

-from Fisher to Dr. Jerome Davenport-