There is an unspeakable strange feeling flowing in my heart. It is not the same as the simple or emotional or joy or sadness of watching the film in the past. It is a complex and unfinished sense of lack. Feeling lost, the poetic pain is wrapped in bloody romance, all the lightness is as heavy as a huge wave, like a hurricane vortex hidden behind a large, dense and lush cloud, go in, not the expectation of a door , is the disintegrating collapse after surpassing expectations.
In the lush and beautiful ruins of the epic laputa, I saw the original dead robot again, with one big eye and one small eye, its peaceful waiting face contrasted with a kind of speechless The loneliness, the long arms resting on the ground, how could it look so sad, it turned out to be used to soar the sky. The gravel that landed in the air, together with the rolling robot, galloped down, falling like huge tears, surrounded by a mist-like silence, pressing down like an overwhelming sea, as if the entire sky was covered with tears. But it couldn't land on the ground, couldn't make the violent cracking sound it should have, and the emptiness that couldn't announce the complete end made people fall into a traceless, disorderly tension and depression.
The end of the film seems to return to the beginning of the story, as if it never started. The Sky City is still a taller, more beautiful and more hidden sky city. Cida, Balu, Dora pirates and everyone have all tossed and returned to the starting point. Maybe such a prejudiced interpretation is too general to describe, because of this toss, Cida and Balu were able to meet, the Dora family was able to get the baby, and Balu was able to prove his father. But next, the pirates are still pirating, and Baloo's disproven cannot bring his father back to life, and he has always believed in his father, and it's just the same whether to prove it or not. Xida's parents never told Xida about the city in the sky, and they probably didn't want her to know the truth. Life didn't change because of visiting the city in the sky.
For a long time, the subject of life has unknowingly shifted from the meaning of living to the meaning of pursuit. I began to wonder what is the meaning of experience, travel, wandering? I used to think that it was an accumulation of life experience, and it was to have something to talk about and recall after getting old. But what keeps popping up in my head now is what is the meaning of increasing life experience? What is the meaning of memory? It's just poor chatter that doesn't bring any value or meaning.
On my birthday, a post-90s friend left a message on QQ and told me that he is now working in a Shenzhen listed company and is busy learning about budgets, auditing, statements and other knowledge that he has never been exposed to before. He is very busy and rich , full of vitality, just like myself back then. Now I've started to use that vulgar phrase, a new-born calf is not afraid of tigers, and I think it's appropriate. When I was in my 20s, I felt like I was past the age of a new born calf that is not afraid of tigers, but looking at the past from now on, I think that was the case back then. The exuberant experience surpasses the fear, the advantage of age forgets the pain, the hard work of the wind and fire, the continuous expansion and exploration, to find the so-called life you want.
Now that the age is about to cross the thirteenth year, I am not without disappointment to find that everything I have worked so hard to pursue is only fleeting, and in the end, it is still empty-handed, and life is always 24 hours a day. , all return to the original origin. It seems that the more splendid life is, the more pitiful and helpless it is when recalled in old age.
How am I supposed to live my life, am I just giving up?
At that time, the city in the sky that you fearlessly pursued was still hanging high in the sky, and you were still looking up from the ground...
What I want to do is to draw a picture of the city in the sky for myself in my heart, like Dora and Hope The romance of Da's big braids fluttering in the wind, the dream of a spaceship made of cloth, the glider flying like a kite in the sky, and the sad machine with long arms waiting to give me flowers that will always protect me Guardians...
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