The whole movie is as bright and colorful as Jimmy's comics. Even after watching it many times, it still doesn't retreat at all. I really like Emily’s little red dress and her big black eyes. I must say that if it weren’t for such a beautiful female protagonist to interpret such Emily, I’m afraid that none of the following can be established. .
Watching a movie, as long as there is a lens that can move me, it is good. The beginning of the movie has already completed such a mission. The round-faced little Emily does all weird and natural things, and has all kinds of weird fantasies. This is the idea of a romantic adult, we have come from childhood, it can be proved that we will not be so cute. So I think the really lovely people in the world are adults like Andersen who can beautify our memories and eventually become a part of our trust. Remembrance never requires authenticity. To this day, I still think that growing up is a better thing. It makes you eagerly feel love, and at the same time deeply understand the pain. The ignorant childhood is only the foreshadowing of life, we Like nostalgic hometown, use all subsequent experiences to annotate everything before and seek a self.
In the suspense that still attracted me, I was not distracted by the people Emily helped, wholeheartedly looking forward to Nino's approach and approach. Until Emily walked into the house disappointedly.
Emily walked into the house disappointed. Tear off all the notes that said "When? Where?", fill the glass container with flour, and the fantasy begins again at this time:
Nino ran downstairs to buy baking powder in the rain, harsh shopkeeper and clumsy Lucian was all by their stall.
He said: "Lucian, please give me a bag of
baking powder." Lucian asked: "Is it for Emily? She must have prepared a great meal for you."
Nino nodded. The strange fantasy that belongs to Emily is again highlighted here, Lucian loudly ordered his boss: "Corinho, go get a bag and make a fan." The boss who switched roles was just as stupid as before. Sion. I feel sad to see this, but I still can't help laughing.
Then Nino ran upstairs, hiding behind the curtain and stroking the bead curtain. The fantasy Emily really felt the bead curtain move at this time, and when she turned her head, it was the kitten who walked in.
So Emily couldn't help sobbing at last.
Here, I don't even care if Nino will come or not. Looking at the tearful Emily, I can't help but feel a fever in my eyes. It's like a long, long time ago, I was wronged for something and shed tears silently at the large green wheat field outside the car window.
The reason why we are wronged is because we still have many, many good hopes. Because just before a certain moment, we always thought that the world would accept us enthusiastically, and the people we love would love us as deeply. As long as we stretch out our hands, we will have another hand. However, at such a moment, we suddenly discovered that those tall buildings, those lively people, and those homes with lights on, do not belong to us, and even the person for whom we have imagined a thousand dreams is ignorant. Unconsciously outside of our lives. That's it, that's it. We face the disappointment head-on, and if we persist a little bit, the disappointment will come a little bit more. However, our hearts are like useful objects, which are to be depreciated, to be broken and then patched up, because we all have to live on. At this time, hope is no longer taken for granted, it is our reason to welcome the future.
It’s like Emily crying because she keeps all happiness on one person. It’s like we didn’t know how to buy insurance for our relationship, and we didn’t know how to put eggs in a few baskets. Losing too much at once, we all shed tears for this innocence. Because from now on, we will not be as good as before, simply believing. Since then, we started to write all the good stories, those who do not want to fall in love with us, the things we can’t do for him, the things that he will never know, all happen in our stories, and he and As we imagined, love us forever.
So there is, Angel Emily, her red dress, her beautiful bridge.
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