I should have read this story when I was very young. In a series of books called "Children's Stories of Seven-colored Flowers", now these seven books have disappeared just like my childhood. That book has illustrations. When I was young, I liked to look at those pictures. I could recite every story backwards, and now I can't remember the main character's name.
Watching "The Story of Kaguya Princess", the biggest feeling is that the scene where Huiyao returns to the Heavenly Palace is different from what I saw when I was a child. When I was a child, I only saw the goddess in the sky in bright clothes, and there was no image like the Buddha in the West. Hui Yao refused to marry not because he didn't want to be an accessory to others, but because he didn't want to leave his grandfather and grandma. Even I vaguely feel that what I read when I was a child should be a story with a happy ending, as if Hui Yao was allowed to go home to visit grandpa and grandma on the fifteenth of every month.
Today, I have a mother I love deeply, and a daughter I love the same, so I understand "The Tale of Kaguya Princess" better.
Parents give us everything they think is good, and those values may not even be what they like, but as long as they are able, they force themselves to accept these values, in order to dedicate them to their children, so as not to delay them. Do you understand that feeling? It doesn't matter if I have these fancy clothes and gold and silver, whether I like it or not, but the world says it's good, I can't delay my children from becoming the best in the world just because I don't need it and I don't like it. Force yourself to get and give it all. Sometimes love really kidnaps both parents and children at the same time.
How do you know what is right, what is wrong, what you like and what you don't like if you don't go through life for a while. From the children's point of view, they will understand all this only after they have experienced it, but it is really too late to understand everything.
We always think of a better and clearer world, and we pray to that world, but when we really never come back, we miss the world that we grew up with, which is not good enough and even a little mundane.
Everyone grows up with such a dream world. Time passes, and we will eventually reach the other side of our dreams, but what we leave behind is the love we once had at our fingertips but now can no longer ask for it.
In the childhood clip of the little princess, crawling to get the scissors, crawling on the grandfather, hugging the grandma while sleeping, pinching the grandma's face, all these behaviors are exactly the same as my daughter's behavior. The first time I saw the little guy walking tremblingly, I was as excited as the old grandpa. I am also grateful that God has given me an angel-like child, and I also think it is my duty to raise her into a real princess. I try my best to meet all her needs. She also has what other children have, and what other children don't have. If I have the ability, I will give it to her. I don't know if she needs it, but it is better than nothing.
I think in the future I will also let her learn the piano, learn to write, and learn to be a polite and talented woman and a lady, but I don't know if she will like it or whether she will be happy.
When I was a teenager, I always felt that my home was not perfect. Although my parents loved me very much, I didn't like my father's bad temper, and I didn't like my mother's always asking me to study well. I yearn for a more idealized family, and even can't wait to start my own family early, in order to get rid of the original world. Now I can't go back to the world I once was, and I can't even blame anyone, because I abandoned that world in a hurry to escape, and it was I who threw away the keys to the old world.
I also hope to have a feather of the moon, with which I can forget everything, and never have to recall the good times in the past, so as not to be too sad.
The Story Book of Seven-colored Flowers and Idioms Tales told to the class in elementary school, the first four pirated copies of Harry Potter, the steamed buns dipped in the vegetable soup made by my mother's fried garlic sprouts, and sent to the class by mopping the floor in middle school The slightly earthy smell, the Celtic class uniform worn in high school, the road home with a heavy schoolbag, the particularly unpalatable touch the cold, the boy I liked, the online game I played, the used No. qq and the buses I have taken have all become blooming flowers. They are priceless treasures that I want to cherish in my heart and travel around the world to find.
Thanks to Takahata Isao's animation with heart and sincerity, it can remind me of the treasures in my life that exude a faint taste of sunshine, and it also makes me think about what kind of treasures I should dedicate to my daughter as a parent.
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