The second time "you are squashing me" was stabbed in tears. At the beginning, I knew that it was full of routines, but I still couldn't control the mess I was moved by. I thought that most people would think that the film was a bit deliberate and hypocritical, and the animals also looked a little stupid, and the ratings might not be very high, but I was really impressed when I came to give a four-star rating and found that the film still attracted a lot of people. resonance.
My friends are like pooh, tigger, they are a little dirty, the workmanship is not so exquisite, nor is it a cute image with big heads and round eyes in the mainstream sense, nor is it some expensive brand, just some very ordinary trinkets Store-bought, gifted by maintenance car companies, lucky draws, and random buys from supermarkets. It was before elementary school, and I gradually got some stuffed toys. I would never call them "toys", in my heart, they also have life and soul, I would say my animals, my sheep, my monkeys, my bears... Of course they also have their own , and I even make a botched "Animal Daily" to write their stories and draw what they look like. What I eat, of course my friends have to share, and I often compete with my brother for them. Although they can't speak, move, or even blink, I firmly believe that they can feel us, they must blink at the same frequency as me, and then I will help them tuck the quilt when they sleep. .... Even at that age, the biggest worry is what happens to the animals we die, they won't die, but who will take care of them then? After thinking about it for many years, I couldn't get a satisfactory answer, but they were arranged clearly. Several of them died under my mother's hands. At that time, I cried so hard, it was as sad as putting the rabbits that I had raised for a long time in my hometown and not bringing them back. The rest were "cleansed" during a move. At that time, they were in their teens. Although they were heartbroken, they did not express it so strongly at the time. They were silently mourning, blaming themselves, and tossing and turning in bed. Ever since I was a child, my relatives' children wanted to take away my big white bear, so I resisted it, clinging to it and leaning against the wall. My lord is puzzled, it would be great to buy another one for you, but if you buy another one, it is not it anymore, it is not my original friend, I am not reluctant to give up my "property", I will give you the pocket money to buy a new one for yourself Why are you taking my friends away from me? When I grew up, my family saw that I was sad for the lost plush toy, and pretended to be relaxed. But you're not sad that all your old friends "go" all of a sudden, what if you buy a new one, I don't want a new one, I just want my old one. I haven't bought plush toys for a long time since, and the new ones are all given by others. Some people around me think I like plush toys, but I don't really feel anything about them. No more stuffed toy to be my friend, no more stuffed toy to have a name. Every time I go home from vacation and see the remaining witty animals sitting quietly in my cabinet, I just sigh and hope they are well.
When pooh met christopher again, he recognized it at once, he likes red, likes honey, likes balloons, my animals also have their own hobbies, names, games...pooh feels stupid to speak, still Persistently playing old games, and causing trouble to Christopher intermittently, Tigger was always jumping so stupidly that he couldn't even recognize himself in the mirror and was still laughing. My friends aren't much smarter either, but I wish they were clumsy and cute when they suddenly emerged from a tree hole beside me, no matter how much trouble they cause, I'm a nearly 22-year-old adult with no brains. It doesn't matter if there is something wrong. Or please tell you guys are waiting for me somewhere? I feel like I'm lost in nowhere and can't find you again.....
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