The old bungalow, the small yard, the red rusty gate, the vegetable field with the grape trellis, you hold me, I hold the doll, we sit at the small wooden table, playing with a set of unmatched mahjong tiles. At night I cried for my mother and didn't want to stay by your side for one more minute. Later, the bungalow was knocked down and you moved in with us. At that time, mothers didn't have time to take care of their children, so every day after school at noon, a lot of our children ran home and waited for you to take care of them. We were lined up sideways on a bed, covered with a small quilt, and forced to take a nap. I remember that year, there was a fire in the basement of the apartment. At that time, the whole building was still asleep, only you got up early to exercise. You shouted to wake everyone up, waited for the fire to be put out, then smiled and watched everyone safe and sound. Later, the children have grown up and no longer have time to go home for dinner at noon, and no longer rely on your care. You used half your life savings to buy a new house, saying it could be used as a bride price in the future. So you live alone in that house and help other people take care of the little ones. Somehow the games you taught me when I was a kid became boring. Do not know since when, the family did not have time to play cards together. I don't know since when, meeting you has become a routine. I do not know since when, you no longer have the spirit to help others take care of their children. I do not know since when, you no longer have the strength to climb mountains every day, and no longer chat with old friends every day. I don't know since when, you started to lose your ears until you couldn't hear my voice at all. I don't know since when, you have changed from the strong person who guards the world to the old man who is sympathized by the world. The indispensable family love in childhood has become a social responsibility that can only be remembered during the New Year and festivals, and the slow days of childhood have become lost in the information age. I feel that my heart is becoming stiff and cold a little bit, even if I am facing your soul that is weathering and disappearing a little bit. I clearly know that all you need is the warmth from me that is not sincere and hypocritical, but I am still childishly making excuses for myself to escape the remaining gratitude to you in my heart. It seems that my own affairs are really "more" as you said. , as if you really "don't need me to worry" as you say. Perhaps the end of the world could have come without the Mayan prophecy of a geomagnetic shift comet hitting Earth. In this world, the division of labor is becoming more and more refined, resources are more and more easily obtained, and information sharing is more and more convenient. Maybe one day, only one super hacker can destroy human beings. This super hacker is neither a member of a terrorist organization nor an anti-human loyalist, "he" is not even a real existence Entity, but just an artificial intelligence composed of a series of signals, "love machine". By hacking into the nuclear arsenal, it is easy to destroy human beings with human pride. If there is such a day, is God still willing to save Noah? A cartoon of less than two hours was divided into several days for me to finish watching it. I ate while watching it, knitted yarn while watching it, and told myself that these plots were really old-fashioned. Even so, I still saw my hands trembling coldly, and I couldn't stop crying. It is obviously a game-like picture, but it seems to be more real than anything else. It was precisely those stubborn, too old-fashioned, who finally shattered the enemies whose numbers piled up. What unites everyone is a serious-looking old-fashioned grandmother with an inspiring smile. The screenwriter makes each character have their own small flaws, even if they only appear a few times, they can leave a deep impression on people. These little flaws accidentally cause big trouble, and the trouble grows until everyone gets involved and messes up. Only the grandma smiled and kept saying, "Only you can do it". Even if she died suddenly, everyone could still see her smiling, earnestly, saying word by word, "Calm down at all times, let's have dinner together." There is no god, no superman, no hero, and this time, the family holds hands to save the home. This time the world has become very small, there is only an old bungalow, a yard with vegetables, and many, many family members. In fact, from the very beginning, it was you who guarded the whole world for me, but I complained that the world was dirty and hopeless because I couldn't find faith everywhere. There is no such thing as liking or disliking between family members. Some family members should tolerate and support each other. My mistake was to focus on my inner illusion, I only knew that I was running forward on my own, and I even forgot to give you a hug. The so-called grown-up face reality, let go of the attachment to the illusion, and shoulder the responsibility, does not necessarily mean betrayal of childhood betrayal. Because one day, I will also become someone's support and protect the world for them.
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