Yesterday I mentioned "Listening to the Side of the Ear", the Taiwan translation is "The Valley of the Heart", and the Hong Kong translation is "Dream Street Girl". Comparing the three, the first name of the literal translation is the most moving. I watched it a long time ago, probably because of the recommendation of "Man Friends", I don't even remember the protagonist's name. I only remember the cover of Country Road and the end of the cart that everyone must remember. Talking about it again and again, his memory is tacky and tacky, the road controls the road, and Tsukishima's sentence "I don't want to be a burden to the Lord, but to work hard with the Lord to finish the road" is really true. I was so moved that for a long time I believed that this kind of mutual support was the most ideal model.
I almost forgot.
When I came back from the library last night, I couldn't help but revisit it again, and I saw more tears. I don't know if it's because the nerves have been provoked too much recently and I'm too sensitive.
The first is Country Road, which Tsukishima sang at Seiji's house with various instruments. That kind of dreamy pure artistic atmosphere is naturally enviable, so many people devote themselves to doing one thing together, it is almost unreal. How many times have I tried to jump off hit me or read minds openly in the bedroom or at home, but after all, I went back and sat upright as soon as the door rang. Another thing I have always regretted is that I have never had a skill that I can wield freely at any time. It seems that I have skipped a long dance, I seem to have learned calligraphy, I seem to have played the flute a few times, and it seems that the voice and intonation were not too bad. Just stuck there, not knowing what to do. So, I really envy them.
Seeing that Tsukishima couldn't help crying after his grandfather finally read her novel, he couldn't help but get wet eyes. Dreams, dreams, I really wonder if I have been badly trained by Yazawa-sama, why every time I think of everything related to it, I can't help but surging. I had dinner with mao last night and said that women sometimes unconsciously self-handicap to meet worldly standards, and sighed why as a woman, you must not pursue and struggle with all your strength. In the end, she concluded that all our lamentations now are because we have given birth to a little man's heart. If we can accept all the standard setting of women, I am afraid that life will be much happier. Yes, also pursuing dreams, Tsukishima as a girl has to bear more pressure and burden than Seiji as a boy. Now her dream has come true, easier said than done! easier said than done!
And the rough stone of the hidden gem. I used to believe that everyone has their own unique talents, so I suspected that I had countless kinds of talents, but gradually they all overgrown, and I kept telling me "you are just an ordinary person". Is it more frustrating to be an "ordinary person" buried in the sea of people than those who live on the other side of genius? Thousands of people are one-sided, without any characteristics, and forgotten in a blink of an eye, ordinary people. I don't remember the original words of the text message, it roughly said "You are independent, energetic, caring, like children, can make movies, laugh and care about people with beautiful eyes" and so on, but I'm sorry, I It's true that I'm not very happy about it - there are too many people like this, why must it be me? Also, you probably think so too. Therefore, at that moment, which was more accidental than chance, I seemed to see the sparkle between the electric light and flint in the rough stone, and I had to try my best to dig it. I only hope that it can become better and better, and I only hope that I can wait until the day when it becomes a gem.
As for the last, it must be absolutely necessary to cry. Among them, Yan Nan leaned his head to look at me and thought that I had suffered some kind of shock. Whoever wanted to see the head on the screen turned his head away and shouted, "Don't show me 'Listen with Your Eyes', this is the The only cartoon that I dare not watch a second time!" Isn't it, it's too beautiful to stab people's weak hearts sometimes. But this time, I actually really believed in this kind of beauty. Even if I'm kidding myself, when I think back to those bits and pieces of motivational words from before, it suddenly seems like I'm full of infinite potential. Maybe, I can really look forward to the day of the next sunrise!
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