It has no gorgeous scenes, no witty and humorous lines, or even handsome men and women. As an animated feature film, the plot is slow and slightly boring; as a fantasy film, the science fiction part is extremely boring; as a youth film, it is too rational and realistic. It is estimated that very few people can bear the patience to finish it. It was only after watching the last scene that I realized that what he wanted to express was just a poem.
Xin Haicheng doesn’t have much contact with his works, but from the recently watched "Five Centimeters Per Second" and this film, you can see some of his creative characteristics. The dialogue is short, the scenes are lively, a lot of empty shots are used to carve the heart, more Sometimes the objects in the picture are used to replace the meaning that should be expressed in lines, paying attention to details, and the music is sad.
A refreshing breeze across the field, a swirling cherry blossom, a small gesture of twirling the hair, an arrow that did not hit the red heart but did not lose its direction, the shy talk stopped, the loneliness implied in the eyes; bright, dazzling and buzzing The rustling fluorescent lamp, the bleakly white hospital bed, the warm pink sweater, the black hair dripping with snow, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, the love expressed without words; the blue plume of smoke spouted solemn thoughts from the mouth, The helpless girl trapped in the broken tower, the only warm breath in the indifferent color of the sunset in the world. The picture expresses poetry with extreme exquisiteness, rather than telling a story about something.
From the vibrant summer wild scene three years ago to the bustling reinforced concrete forest three years later, the color shift and the change of people's hearts, the agreement three years ago seems to be gradually fading in the temper of reality.
People, such fragile emotional animals, are always easy to lose their original intentions in this or that pursuit. Living in a city of 30 million people, saying things that don’t matter, doing things that don’t matter, careers and dreams are imprisonment imposed on oneself. No one cares what will happen to you tomorrow, living in numbness with joy and laughter, day after day, trying to forget yourself, forget the past, forget the scars of growth, but the pain that is empty in my heart comes night after night. The high tower that stands into the cloud is also like a scar that divides the sky into two, which constantly reminds people of the goodness of the past. But most people have turned a blind eye to the tower. The tower is no longer a symbol for them, let alone any meaning. It exists like an ordinary landscape. Their eyes have lost the clarity of their youth and have forgotten. He had once been his most precious virtue, and tried his best to play his role in this world of the weak and the strong.
The sky of history is always made up of countless lonely days and nights. The growth of a person, a country, and a nation is accompanied by a certain kind of pain like a torn body, and a strong sense of loneliness in the process of self-recognition.
Loneliness is one who is in the crowd but can’t find what one wants to see and want to talk to; loneliness is to sit alone and watch time slip away from the fingers; loneliness is one that devours will and consumes the spirit. Bottomless pit.
Three lonely boys and girls with different personalities, three different stages of lonely growth, have agreed on a beautiful dream. From these youths, we can always find the figure we used to be, carefree, passionate, fantasizing, adventurous, looking forward to the future, and keeping promises. When we grow up little by little, we find that worry-free only exists in dreams, blood becomes sprinkling of dog blood, fantasy can’t change meals, adventures will only run into walls, the future is bright but there is no way out, and most promises are just empty words At that time, I began to abandon my original self a little bit and mature.
When we mature, we cannot read poetry, just like when Peter Pan grows up, he can no longer fly. The road of mature life is full of materialistic intrigues and false feelings, and the far-off agreement on the other side of the cloud becomes the only true heart that only exists in the mind. Sometimes I wonder, if there is no letter from Sayuri after he was admitted to the hospital, could Hoshiki still fulfill the agreement at the time?
Takuya, who realized his life value at the research institute, asked Hiroki: To save Sayori or to save the world. For Hoji, how to save a morally broken world is always a logically chaotic pseudo-proposition, and fulfilling the agreement with Sayuri is the choice that fits his heart. Although there was still no one around in the dream, Hiroki and Sayuri no longer felt lonely. In the never-sinking sunset, Sayuri seemed to stand in the center of the world, so all questions had answers.
Youth uses loneliness and loneliness to sculpt a beautiful poem on the rings of long years. The author of the poem falls into a deep sleep, waiting for the pure and icy person to wake him up.
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