Found another good movie.
The first is the heart that moves because of the style of painting. Delicate as a real set, clear and brisk light, especially the smell of rain. Those scattered rain threads are casual and persistent, the dust and fog caused by the rainstorm are ethereal but clearly palpable, the water splashes caused by falling on the ground, and the ripples caused by falling in the pool, are beautiful and full of life. There are also branches swaying in the wind on the pool, sparkling waves in the distance, and courtyards and trees and flowers behind the waves. He was so careless on the pool
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When it rains, Qiuyuejun is used to skipping class to draw drafts in the pavilion in the park, walking among the courtyards, trees and flowers, to feel the rain that is closest to his childhood sky.
In the early morning, Ms. Yukino would read in the pavilion, drink beer with chocolate, feel the pungency and bitterness with the remaining taste, and then let herself gather strength to take another step.
Then in the early morning when it rains, when the clouds and spring buds bloom together, Qiuyue-jun and Miss Yukino meet naturally.
I haven't experienced a lot of liking, but I have heard, imagined, and tried it. I haven't insisted on a lot of struggles, but I have heard, imagined, and tried. Sometimes I wonder if things would all be different if there was a sudden rain here. When you are walking in the familiar streets, if there is a sudden rain, if it is you and me under the sky, will things become different?
When the struggling youth Qiuyue encounters the bruised and bruised Xueye, when the smug and ambitious with a clear goal encounters a man who has lost confidence in his life, when this young man is so yearning for a season of rain, he happens to meet this rain. Love happens.
The thunder cloud is moving, the thorn cloud, the rain is zero, do you stay?
The thunder cloud is moving, although it is not zero, I will stay there.
But who would have expected that? Suddenly the wind picked up, and the rain came suddenly. You and I, fell into the rain at the same time. Whether we stayed or not, they all turned into raindrops blown by the gust of wind. A pair of eyes turned into a hysterical cry at the corner of the stairs, a deep embrace that removed everything at once.
But who would have expected that? Because a rainy encounter is something you and I deeply look forward to, but it is difficult to face. A season of rainy season, you drink, I bury my head in painting; a storm, you are hurt and autistic, I want to stand up but I can't. It's like the rain knocks down the flowers, the flowers follow the water, the water doesn't follow the flowers, the flowers don't flow with the water, just look at you and wait for me.
Dramatic, have to say. To hide my sadness. I don't know how this waiting will end, all I know is that I've never looked forward to this rainy atrium so much from now on. There are too many coincidences in this rainy atrium, so it is not an exaggeration to say that love is born of coincidences. But they didn't realize it was a coincidence when they were in the booth, they met, they talked, they laughed, and then fell in love unknowingly.
and I? Sometimes I am easy to be afraid of something, and it is easy to fall into a panic about myself. There have been many opportunities, but I have missed or let them go for one reason or another. There are many pavilions around, but the lack of such timely rain clouds and clouds is not a coincidence that is not coincidental enough, it is just that I do not have the ability to make coincidences happen. The words of the leaves of the garden, the words are carefully, but not deliberately. I was too deliberate, deliberately doing what I did, and deliberately not doing it for what. I lack a simple reason - like it.
However, did I expect it? How can I realize that this is a coincidence when I receive and deliver a note or a gift, when I summon the courage to invite my colleagues to be surprised and get an answer, and when I deliver it in a self-righteous manner?
Or when I realized and started to keep it, the coincidence ended.
When we watch a play, coincidence is always the patent of the play. When we look at ourselves, it seems that the pavilion of the rainy party, the destined person, is always missing, even if we have just made up our minds to leave.
行かないで, 行かないで, そう言うよ.
Don't go, don't, say so.
Rain Atrium, maybe not far behind.
I miss you so much.
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