It's a movie I've heard for a long time, and I was a little surprised at the end. I watched the trailer, remembered the time, and saw it on the movie channel. For three hours, the corners of his mouth may have moved slightly, he may have exhaled a long breath, but his eyes were still shining brightly.
It's so clear, so soft, so calm and quiet, so calm and rippling.
Starting out with a wedding, it was a bit messy, a bit rushed and top-heavy. Holding his son in his hand, he walked out of his first love in the elevator. No sound, but heartbroken. It's so easy to fall into the past, it was only one time, many, many years ago. And then in the warm nostalgia.
Tingting, I only know two kinds of girls who are good-hearted or bad-hearted. She is a kind-hearted girl who thinks about people, thinks carefully, and misses quietly. But there will still be nights when it hurts so much that you can't cry. She asked many whys at the bedside of her unconscious mother-in-law. A silent answer. She asked her mother-in-law, you don't want to wake up because it's very hard, right?
Then Dad chose to miss her again, in Japan, to see her. Time staggers. After using up the waiting of my youth, holding hands, I walked a long, long way. "I've never fallen in love with anyone again." Wanting to find out the cause and effect of thirty years ago, he could only touch each other's hair with a smile in the sunshine after the snow. There is no other way but to rush forward. If the wind is strong, close your eyes tightly so that you won't see where the tears are going.
overlapping. Tingting, the ex-boyfriend of his girlfriend. This is love with no end in mind. The same overwhelmed, this is called the wound of youth.
In Japan, she chose to flee, and since then she has broken the past in time and can no longer find any clues.
In Taiwan, boys guard their love in an urgent way.
Is that the only way, I'm a little sad.
My son, always bullied by girls, walks around with a camera. "You can't see it, so I'll show it to you." A mosquito that won't be seen here as time passes, lots and lots of the back of the head.
The mother-in-law did not open her eyes again, and Tingting was still holding the paper crane that her mother-in-law gave her in the dream, and her mother had gone to the mountain to pray and live for so long.
Taiwanese family.
They sat quietly in their chairs, weeping. The son reads the words written in the notebook. "Mother-in-law, it's not that I don't want to talk to you, I know we're going to tell you all, right?
Mother-in-law, when I grow up, I want to show others things they can't see. Mother-in-law, you say you are old, I see When I get to that little brother, I want to tell him that I'm getting old too."
Very slowly, very slowly. Little by little, clear and then blurry.
I don't know if I can use the word "moved", but I mean I really moved because it moved, because what I saw was not just the shadow of life. Heart wrinkled helplessly.
One by one, it has been like this all the time, no sudden, no loud noise. But little by little, it gradually spreads. This is the power of time and life. Even if I cry uncontrollably about the stagnation of life, I am still carried forward.
There are many gaps that are sighs. There's no such thing as outright "smile Mimi", but I still use that favorite word instead of smile. Because it was too pale, and I had no strength to look at the past.
Because my heart still wants to unfold quietly under the sun.
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