from "The Fairy Tale of the Years".
Today is also a whim. I have liked Ghibli for so many years, but I rarely write for them. The brave girls and gentle teenagers in the animation, the streets that turned and ran and the downhills that rode a bicycle through, most of them are stored in memory, only I know it. So I think I should watch my favorite movie again, and it can be regarded as reliving an old dream.
The first time I watched "The Fairy Tale of the Years" was when I was in junior high school. At that time, I was full of love for this slow-paced and flat film. My favorite is of course the part where the boy from the next class and the heroine Taeko confessed. It still seems to be handling very well.
--Rainy, cloudy and sunny, what kind of weather do you like
--cloudy
--me too
. Then there was the sound of birdsong, and the boy happily turned and ran away, throwing the baseball high in his hand. Behind it is a very light and gentle sunset. The girl floated up gently, floated all the way home, floated up while lying on her bed, and then sank, her eyes sparkling.
At that time, I was deeply moved by this silent beauty. It was more subtle and lovely in my heart than "The moon is beautiful tonight". So I also said to myself, if someone asked me what weather I like best, I would say cloudy.
But I actually like rainy days.
Now that I think about it, these plot designs should be the unique memories of the original work. It was her who said it was cloudy, she liked the countryside, and it was her who had broken the dream of a young actress.
So I always wanted to be a director of an animation, because of those "want to draw me to show you" mentality. Especially for animated movies, sometimes I find it very strange, the characters with pointed chin and big eyes are very delicate, but the works always make me want to skip. Ghibli's brushstrokes are so light, and the male and female protagonists are not very beautiful, but I will never forget them after watching them. I think it is also because the director has added enough personal feelings to it. There are also "Listen to the Side" and "The Sound of the Tide". The films were made in the 1990s, maybe nearly 20 years from now, but every time I see it, I feel very moved and remember a lot of things that I usually forget. thing.
People have very different attitudes towards images and books. People will feel that the previous books are more worth reading, but everyone loves watching the latest movies. The hottest star, the highest degree of concentration, seems to have lived up to these two hours without posting a Weibo after reading it. But in fact, for movies, the truly moving works will not change even after 20 years or decades. The same goes for animation. It doesn't mean that the world created on the screen is more realistic, more realistic, or more daring and dreamy, this is a good animation. I think its small universe should be attentive to the director.
Who wants to hear your stories about those violet baths, those cloudy days, the saffron that makes rouge. But those who can understand will naturally know.
For example, when I was a child, I used to dance rubber bands with the boys I liked (please ignore the fact why the boys I liked danced rubber bands at that time), not only was I a technical scumbag, but I also kicked his lips (how did such a difficult wound cause me? I really don't remember), I was so scared that I ran back to the classroom and gave him a tissue. At that time, the favorite tissue for little girls was printed, dark red packaging, and very strong aroma. My anxiety and anxiety are now clearly recalled.
And when I was about to graduate from the sixth grade of elementary school, one of my best friends asked me who did you like. You all know our secret but you never say it yourself. I said I'll tell you on Monday. As a result, when Monday arrived, she never asked me again. I was the only one who knew that I liked this boy from beginning to end. Really lonely as snow.
So until junior high school, the people I liked were my own secrets, and I almost never told anyone about it. But at that time, there seemed to be no one who particularly liked it. And then it was a love without too many memories, until now I have met a very good person. Only then did I feel that I was not alone, although I had been cared for a lot. But the mood is totally different.
All the memories fade slowly, with the faint white edges of those childhood shots. We also forget a lot of the little things in life, and even the things that made us toss and turn. But many plots, because of our own complex, will become so cute.
After all, only the life of a child is the most infinitely close to a fairy tale.
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