Winter has passed, and spring has come suddenly in Beijing. The weather suddenly warmed up. "Forest of Firefly" is finally released.
On this spring evening, with a little throbbing in my heart, warm and sad memories, I watched this short animation with only 44 minutes in tears from time to time.
In that beautiful summer, when the sky was so beautifully burned by the gorgeous sunset, in front of the shrine covered with faded silk ribbons (I don't know if the Japanese-style building with the gate shape is called a shrine, but This gate-shaped thing has impressed me through several manga, and I once dreamed that I was climbing moss-covered stone steps and shuttled through these shrines, just like one of the beginning of this animation. Jing), Ying met Jin, they exchanged names, and they agreed to meet here every summer.
From then on, what Ying looked forward to the most every year was summer: going back to the mountain village where his grandfather lived as a Shinkansen, walking with Jin every day in the forest of the mountain gods surrounded by cicadas, walking through the red small trees across the babbling stream full of lotus flowers. Bridge, lying on the grass listening to the soft wind and the whisper of flowers. . . . . .
Until that summer, they watched the forest memorial together and watched the short but gorgeous fireworks. The two hands are connected by a ribbon, but the two hearts are tightly attached to each other. A kiss through a mask, a once-in-a-lifetime brief but unforgettable affectionate hug. Gold, turned into nothingness, replaced by fireflies flying shallowly in the night of the forest.
CV. . . For example, this firefly is destined to live only one summer. Jin and Ying's relationship briefly lasted from Ying's 6 years old to her middle school. Destined, I can only accompany you through a slow journey of life. But, "please remember me, don't forget me."
Perhaps like all sentimental girls, I saw the moment Kim disappeared and tears welled up in my eyes. But in fact, from the very beginning of this story, we already know the ending. Human and half-demon, ancient and modern, all over the world, have never been able to be together. I remember watching "Green Snake" five or six times when I was a child. Although I didn't shed tears for the love between Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi, I still regretted it after all. But in the Forest of Firefly, although I shed tears at the end, my heart is not so sad, because I know that this ending is a perfect ending for Ying and Jin. Ying is growing up, but Jin's face has remained the same. The human beings and monsters have different paths. One day, Jin will leave quietly because he does not want to delay Ying's beautiful future and hide in the forest, but the two have never touched each other. , so Jin will always miss Yingying, after all, this is the only human being he has contacted, and the girl he really likes. At the end of the animation, Jin said to Ying that this summer may be the last summer they met, and then a small accident, Jin touched the human child and began to disappear gradually, but Jin seemed to be relieved, saying: Hug Me, Firefly! There is no difference between life and death, and there is no regret in death. As long as I can hug you, touch your skin, and feel your temperature at the end of my life, it is a long-cherished wish. In the embrace of tears of joy, Jin disappeared. In the future, Yingying's life will continue in the days without gold, and there is no summer to look forward to for now, but in Yingying's heart, in a certain corner, there is quietly buried gold, and every time spent with gold is buried. This summer, there are beautiful memories that will not be erased in a lifetime, and in these memories, Ying will go on forever.
——"For the time being, I won't look forward to the arrival of summer. My heart hurts so much, and my tears won't stop, but the gentle touch that stays in my hands, and even the memory of summer, will continue to walk with me..."
In fact, the Forest of Firefly brought me more than that. It also brought back memories of my childhood. At that time, I was also a little girl of five or six years old, and I also looked forward to summer every year. Summer in my hometown is humid and hot. Swimming pools in the city do not give me real pleasure, my desire is to go back to the country, to the fragrant fields. I have good playmates there too, and a yellow dog who listens to me. I fly kites in the wheat fields, play house in the woods, and run and jump around the back hillside with my yellow dog. I used a soap box to catch small fish on the board where I washed clothes by the river. Occasionally, when a thunderstorm came, I plucked the large lotus-like leaves of the taro and used it as an umbrella to run wild in the rain. Or pick the purple berries and apply nail polish, weave through the reeds, and fold the reeds into a boat by the river and put them in the water (what surprised me is that in this animation, Ying and Jin are by the river. I also folded the reed boat, and this is where the memories in my heart were awakened fiercely) and let it drift with the waves. In the evening, when the flowers bloom in the evening, I pluck them off to make earrings, run in the evening wind, and I don’t know if the earrings have fallen off. When I come home, I sit in my yard and take a beautiful bath in a big wooden tub. The bath water is mixed with toilet water. scent. At night, sitting in the yard and nibbling on sweet watermelon, listening to adults tell stories that I have heard countless times, watching the bright stars in the sky, or wearing a white cotton nightdress, holding a small fan, and walking along the stream with adults Take a walk and watch fireflies carry lanterns, mysteriously flying in the hypnotic smell unique to the country night.
Now, these memories, I never deliberately recall, not want to, but they rarely have the opportunity to sneak into my increasingly busy brain or into my gradually cloudy mind. Only occasionally, when I see some warm scenes, hear some familiar melodies, and my nostalgic emotions, I will pull back those beautiful pasts with only some short-lived fragments back to the depths of my soul, and let me I have to tearfully recall the past when I saved the prosperity and impetuousness, and retained the infinite beauty, innocence and warm healing.
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