I started watching it just because someone recommended it. I was young at the time, and I didn’t think there was anything. I just liked it cleanly and couldn’t be together anymore, and I didn’t feel much pain. Later, I was watching a movie review about Hirokazu Koreeda. When I wrote, "In the seemingly bland and lengthy trivial scenes, there are countless unspeakable depression and sorrow." I suddenly remembered "The Forest of Fireflies", the painting style is warm, the plot is simple, the soundtrack is soothing, everything seems to be Very natural, including death. But when I went to watch it slowly, I rediscovered the emotional line, and slowly paid attention to the eyes they interacted with, and paid attention to every scene that didn't seem to have a strong plot - I was terrified, they had fallen in love long ago. Not being able to touch a lover is an absolute pain in love, and so are they. We have to wait for the summer to meet, so Yin will say, "I can't wait for the next summer." The bitterness precipitated by long-term repressed thoughts finally burst out in a soft form of death. The style of painting and soundtrack The pain of love is subtly covered up, and only the clean and beautiful side is revealed. There was a film review that I can't remember clearly, but it seemed to say, "I feel like I was shot, but I can't see where the wound is. I just feel like there is blood gushing out. I can watch the blood dripping, but in the end, a mass of sadness is smeared in my chest." I think it is quite appropriate to put it here.
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