Breeze is good at memory
------- An Zhiruo
is really, really, I have watched "Listening with the Ear" three times in a row. Like, really like, not because the world is happy, we also like it. Loving is a wonderful and self-fulfilling thing. Just like that time, in the late autumn sunshine, you saw that line of words that touched your heart, a breeze, and a leaf fell into the book.
"Listening to the Side" is not a film with a strange and complicated plot. After one time, everything is clear at a glance, so what am I thinking about?
It was Tsukishima who delivered bento. He met a fat cat who was riding a tram alone and asked: Cat, are you alone? It was the sun shining into the pine forest, and in the light and shadow of Ban Mo, Sugimura blushed and said, but, but, the person I like is you. Is it that gleaming green cat baron in the earth house with distant dreams and memories? It was Seiji Amazawa, who appeared on the library card many times. After the rain on the school balcony, he told Tsukishima that he finally got what he wanted and went to Italy to learn to play the violin? Is it that after Tsukishima wrote a novel day and night, in the early morning of a certain suddenly awake, he opened the window and saw Seiji, who had returned to the country early, waiting downstairs on a bicycle?
If "Listening" was a flower, who would it be? There is a pot of white jasmine flowers on my windowsill. After the heavy rain, there is a little fragrance. Although I think about it at this time, I prefer to imagine that it is a cup of elegant and sweet chrysanthemum tea.
It is so real.
I sometimes wonder, why tell this story?
Probably we've all had a summer like that.
The flying insects in summer are also swarming under the street lamps of my corridor. The neighbors on the road also have a little white dog. When you are happy, you will ask it: It's so hot today. The same street, the same will run into the classroom out of breath. I also liked a person silently, secretly watching his leaving back. I rode a bicycle for an hour under the scorching sun alone, just to meet each other for a sentence. The same will repeatedly look at the note he stuffed into his hand, too excited to fall asleep.
Similar beginnings, very different results. We and movies, like dreams and reality, have the same youthful impulse, the difference is that we do not have enough confidence in ourselves and each other.
Like it probably comes from a similar warmth and a touch of regret. What we cherish is what we have lost. What we have lost is not only the time of youth, but also the incomparable enthusiasm for our
dreams. Such mellowness and enthusiasm have flowed into the ground with the touch of a finger on the toilet.
I'm a girl who doesn't know what I want. I have a strong interest in all things, but I always lack the patience to complete one thing. Always full of imagination about life, but in the next second touch the difficulties in reality, ten years of hesitation, trying to find inner peace, but only tossing and turning in repeated sorrows.
This work in 1995, I really want to know, will Tsukishima and Seiji bring us another round of touching after 12 years? Although I have sordidly imagined that they would look like us when they grew up?
After a walk at night, I like to lie down on a bench in the park for a while, look up at the night sky, the quiet white clouds in the black night sky, and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The "Country Road":
Don't be afraid
to survive alone and bravely, dream of
enduring loneliness, be strong on your own
country road, and keep walking along this road,
you can reach that road and
country road
, no matter how lonely it is, never cry Unconsciously , I
speed up the pace
as if to dilute the thoughts of the
country road.
Even if it leads to my hometown ,
I can't go back to the
country road.
Tomorrow I will still be me. I
want to go back, but I can't go back
. Goodbye
country road
I suddenly remembered that a girl once said to a boy, I want to write a novel to let the world know our story. Maybe what you do, what you become, is just a coat, Grandpa said, "Maybe it's rough, straightforward, and not perfect, just like Seiji's violin, but you work hard, and you can hone it well. "Perhaps what I like most in my heart is that grandfather's earth house, which is quietly located at the end of the road. When I push open the green arched side door, I see the blue sky and the breeze blowing gently. White clouds, the green hills in the distance shine brightly.
The breeze is good for memory, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
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