This is my favorite movie, not one of them.
I listened to its theme song Seventeen 245 times this year. The lyrics of the chorus: Mom told me, never stop imagining, unless it's the day you die.
Did i stop? Many times I don't know what's going on. In my exploration of life and growth, I found a very agreeable gentle sympathy in this film. At the moment when I sounded the ending tune, following the camera, the street climbed upwards, and everything came into the mirror with the afterglow of the setting sun, sweeping deer and insects, snakes and birds. The male protagonist and the reconciled friend looked at each other and smiled in their respective cars, compared their middle fingers, then closed the windows and went home.
Fuck, I cried.
I regard the male lead’s forest hut as a utopia in our youth, which can escape social rules and adult etiquette, and we can hide in a greenhouse to build my world, which is full of grotesque birds and beasts. I can only care about purity at that time. My expression of love is to invite you to come to my wooden house, and I will show you my world, oh yes, I also have co-production partners and infinite extension The aftermath of the forest.
I have written in other places before, once I found this similar Jingbi Forest in Helsinki:
"Sometimes hiding in the room from the sun, I ran to the lake to sit, thinking of nothing, just sitting, I watched the boat move with the light waves reflected on the water, I started to spend time observing the leaves and insects. Calculate the sunshine time and the movement of the sun. When sitting in the forest, it is difficult for me to think about myself. At that moment, I feel a kind of relaxed withdrawal. At the end of the film, the male protagonist reconciles with his friends and waved goodbye from the car window. , Got in their respective cars and was picked up by the adults. That crazy jungle summer ended like a day in the evening. They began to walk towards the adults. Like every wooden house filled with summer and animals, they used to be a teenager. This beckoned to end. As if I had a forest like this in the late autumn, I put all the puzzles in the growth process there."
I am terrified of the reality that I need to face at speed. I am disappointed by the social rules that follow. I really want to need a wooden house at many times. It is rough and hard. I hide it for a while, just like my childhood can hold me. That wardrobe.
My life is like summer, just like the hero in the movie spent that summer, intense, beautiful and struggling. I can't stay in a wooden house far from the crowd forever, just like my life can never stay in summer. The four seasons reincarnate, and I can only look forward to the next unmatched meeting.
Is growing up an instant thing? I don't know, I also want to escape the sharp world of adults, like in the movie, to avoid my "growth" in the adult standard. At this moment, I suddenly wanted to return to a summer moment. It was in the transparent station by the sea in summer. My buddies and I shrank away from the wind and ate Subway. I asked the clerk to add a lot of pickled cucumbers in it. The afternoon sun just passed through the glass and reflected my eyes. There are two little girls. The child passed by with the bag, stopped and asked me how to go on the 75th, I said I don’t know, the sunlight also passed through her golden hair at this time, like a gentle flame greeted from the side of the earth, the little girl smiled After a while, I felt like I was passing through this picture where the wind was blowing slowly, but the sunlight stayed there.
Later, I wrote a paragraph that I don’t know to whom, and after I wrote it, I felt relieved for summer and for my growth: I will miss you, and I will miss the wind blowing at the station entrance by the sea in summer, just like you Head-on breathing. I was eating hot dogs with pickled cucumbers, and the sun passed from your time zone to the glass in front of me. The girl came up and asked me where No. 75 was. The light passed through her golden hair. I think I passed you like this before.
The hero returned to his father's car, covered in leaves and mud. The night was about to fall, and I felt a mature farewell. He would go back to the home he was tired of before the summer, and face the irritable schoolwork and noisy teachers. It's as if nothing happened, everything will slip away step by step. The summer next year is just a season. It's different. The expectation is to have an emotional similarity, but it's so difficult, so difficult, never again. There will be such a day.
I remembered that my friends came to play at the end of September last year. On the last day we did a long tram ride to the beach. We sat in the park next to the fishing village for an afternoon. After dinner, I ate instant noodles. When I went back, I watched the sunset. Suddenly, I felt concrete. a feeling of:
Summer is really over.
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