What a beautiful dream, the whole film can be said to be a beautiful dream, like a kaleidoscope in the corner, that kind of splendor once made everyone excited at that time, maybe everyone. Children have longed for such fantastic and charming dreams.
I really like this naughty, naive, adventurous Caroline. I think the translated Chinese name of the movie Caroline and the Thirteenth Door still have the theme. Only the name Ghost Mom can't express the theme, but I am The name I saw first, I saw Zombie Bride before, I imagined if it was a cartoon of a similar style, telling the story of a ghost mother, so I opened it after a short interval of boredom. But I strayed from the theme when I looked at it, and slowly grabbed me. I actually read from the beginning to the end, feeling guilty and reminiscing...
Maybe every child will have a period of loneliness and loneliness when they are just able to read and write. Maybe it's because the world that was originally constructed is full of fairy tales, maybe it's because there is only imagination. The farther the fairy tale world is from reality, the lonelier I feel. Now it seems that loneliness is very beautiful.
The little girl Caroline's world is very different from her parents' world. Because of this, they can't understand each other. I can understand Caroline's loneliness. Children want a happy and exciting life, adults have the responsibility and pressure of adults, so children hope to attract the attention of adults and ask adults to play with her, so there are always various fairy tales in this desire. The dream of color is buried deep in my heart.
The dream is buried deep in my heart, my parents can't know, but the ghost mother knows... I do
n't care about the ghost mother's moves. I just see here and think of the fairy tale dreams when I was young, and similar loneliness, as well as similar small desires and small disappointments, but I have to say that when I was young, I was a child who was prone to sadness. I don't understand the sad age, I feel sad every day.
Little Caroline reminded me of my childhood wishes that always shattered and always rose, weak but tenacious wishes: to wear the house key around your neck every day to get out of school, and use it to open the house when school is over. It’s not long to walk home from school. My house is at the end of an alley. I can always see the door before I reach the door when I turn a corner from the road. Of course, I can also see the big cold and rusty lock on the door. At that time, my daily wish was that when I saw the door of the house, I hoped that there would be no lock, which meant that my parents were at home. That wish is shattered almost every day at that corner, but I still hold on to hope every day. If things go on like this, this desire will be weak and tenacious...
When I can't see the big lock, I will be very happy. I run into the house and see that either my father is back. When we were young, my father always worked in the neighboring city. At that time, there was no phone at home, so Dad always seemed to be so abrupt when he came home; or the family needed to find someone to help with the farm work. At this time, my mother would ask relatives and friends to come to the house to discuss, and they would disappear soon. It is very important to do but I'm happy too, as long as I don't touch the big cold lock...
At that time, I was probably an honest, quiet, crying child, a child who looked worrying at first sight . I always felt that my heart was very heavy when I was a child, and I seldom laughed happily every day, but if I really think about anything particularly heavy, I really can’t say it.
I love this little Caroline, how good and challenging I was if I were like her as a kid. She really reminds me of who I was when I was a child, my childhood wishes, my childhood losses, they are so distant but so clear, so heavy and so beautiful...
I once heard a friend say that when she was young, her father would limit the time she could go out to play , when the time comes, Dad will blow the whistle, and when she hears the whistle, she must quickly come out of the little friend's house and run home.
She had a rag doll when she was a child, who accompanied her through those lonely years, so she still keeps that rag doll. I really envy her. I didn't have any rag dolls when I was young.
She also said that when she was a child, she liked to look at the window grilles at home alone in winter, and imagined that it was an ice world in different graphics.
I also like to watch Binghua, let me imagine what the world is like, question my own answers, and enjoy it so much.
There are also clouds, with fresh colors, beautiful shapes, and various patterns, which can be deformed when the wind blows, which is very strange. It's such a strange appearance that makes me think about how happy it would be to live there, and how high the clouds are to get on a plane and drive away...
As for the imagination of dreams, I hope to continue ...
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