Before going out, I saw the toys escaping from Sunnyside. It was quite a bloody section. Chatting with a friend outside, talking about the movie I just watched, I said: "The plot makes me feel like a children's film." My friend replied: "Because this film was made for us."
I am relieved that it has been 15 years since the first Toy Story was launched in 1995. We have also grown up from a kid who happily talks to himself with a toy every day, to a college student like Andy. This film records our growth trajectory, and naturally it is not filmed for those born after 00 with a PSP.
This movie is very strange. When I watched it, I just fell in love with Woody and Buss, sometimes happy, sometimes nervous, and sometimes lost, but there is no sad emotion coming out. And when the ending song sounded, the small window showed the happy ending of the toys, but the tears couldn't stop.
While the tears were still hot, lit a cigarette to pay homage to the once and brilliant past.
In fact, the concept of childhood is very vague, beginning in the invisible and ending in a daze. Of course, I also remember that I used Ultraman to defend world peace. I also remember my mother’s joy of combining the six gods as a reward for me to memorize a book of ancient poems. I also remember when I lost the Dragon Warrior in the basement where I often played hide-and-seek. Annoyed and depressed. Childhood is nothing more than simple joy and sadness. The youth is fleeting, the water is merciless, and everything will only return to the moments of the midnight dream.
In fact, Toy Story speaks far more than toys, but everything that has been with you in your childhood.
I miss the afternoon of fishing for shrimp in river ponds, the tension of stealing corn in the fields, and miss the little friends who built a small stove with mud and roasted sweet potatoes in it. These memories, which have been deeply buried in the dusty corners of my brain, slowly surfaced at this time. We can be happy for a long time because a pack of fig silk is sold for only a dime, and we can hold a small leather racket for an afternoon. How long have you not felt these satisfactions?
The passage of time makes us complicated, and makes us no longer satisfied with the little bit of joy. Everything we get seems to be taken for granted in our eyes. Whenever someone asks, we always say, I'm not happy.
So what makes you happy?
I still remember when I was four or five years old, there was a year for Chinese New Year, and I went back to my hometown with my dad. It was a very poor place, and every family had a dirt house, raising pigs and sheep. TV is a luxury, even if there is a TV, you can only receive so few channels. But those days I played so happily and really happily. Every day I followed my grandfather to herding sheep on the hillside. I stayed at my relatives' house at night, with my cousins and cousins squeezing into the bed, reluctant to go home. At that time, we didn’t understand what a city person is, what a countryman is, or what dirty is. All I know is that I was very happy and very happy with these playmates. I still remember when we went out to play together. My cousin casually hummed a nursery rhyme "Little Pig and Little Donkey, going up the mountain to play games, Little Pig and Little Donkey, holding big firecrackers...".
During the New Year’s Day, my father gave me ten yuan to buy firecrackers. I was happily like a fool. When I went to buy it, I was charged a high price and I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was the plastic bag of firecrackers. Can play with friends for a long time. One day, my cousin and two dogs gave me a small toy, something that looked like a pipe with a small ball on it. When the pipe was blown, the ball could float. A very simple little toy, only sold for fifty cents. I had a great time playing, but I accidentally dropped the ball and couldn't find it anymore. I am sad that my cousin only has such a toy. That night my dad and I asked for 50 cents. I bought one early the next morning and ran to my cousin’s house happily. The ball disappeared again when I ran.
I was sobbing and crying, crying and talking to my cousin about this. I don’t know why I was so sad and wronged at that time. I just kept crying and crying until my cousin went again. Bought one to make me happy. In my impression, it was the fiercest time I cried. When I think of it now, it's just such a little thing, but it still feels uncomfortable.
After a few years, my father took my cousin to the company to work. I didn't want to see him. Time has faded the friendship that I once cherished so much. A few months after my cousin came, my father said that he had been caught for stealing cables. Time changed everything, changed me, and changed him. In fact, it is not the fault of time, time is just watching us quietly, only ourselves is changed.
As we grow up, we no longer cherish the things that were once so cherished. We started chasing fame and fortune, and we inadvertently sold our souls to the devil. In fact, when the night is dead, you might as well put down what you have at hand, and think carefully about whether everything you have now will be lost at any time, but you think you are firmly clasped. Are there some things that will never be lost, but you leave them in the corner with disdain.
In fact, whenever you lift away the cobwebs that are obscured by memory and clean up the thick layer of dust, there will be those glittering memories that will never decay and never rust to light up your muddy heart. There was once a saying: "Western scholars say that in order to survive in the 21st century, human beings must go back to 2,500 years ago to absorb the wisdom of Confucius. To survive in the 21st century, the word "survival" is very important. It is important to return to more than two thousand years ago to absorb the wisdom of Confucius. "
I don't think it is necessary. All we need to go back to is our lost childhood. We laugh when we are happy, cry when we are sad, we know how to sympathize, how to share, and how to understand truth, goodness and beauty. We know that we can't be picky eaters, we know that we can give up our seats, and we know not. I can’t take my own things, knowing that we must be punished for making mistakes, knowing that our parents are good to us, knowing that friendship is very important, knowing that Uncle Lei Feng is a good person, knowing that Snow White and Prince Charming have finally lived a happy life. I think, this That's enough.
Zheng Yuanjie once wrote that children use toys as friends, and adults use friends as toys.
It is very sad.
Suddenly remembered 1900, who hadn’t walked off the big ship all his life, Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
1900 is a person who has lived a lifetime in childhood, born in childhood, and died in childhood. But I envy such a life. When the ship was finally detonated, I did not feel sad because of the death of 1900, because I felt that he made the most correct choice. Maybe you don't understand what I'm talking about, maybe you think that if he gets out of the big ship and comes into this world, he will get a better life, but I can tell you that if he really does this, there will only be suffering in his life.
Pulling away.
Now I ask you again, after I have said so much, I ask you again, are you happy? You don't need to face suffering, you have food and clothing, you are loved by someone, you have a future, you have a past, you can see the sunrise tomorrow, you are still alive.
So, are you happy?
I am happy.
Now Woody, he's been my pal for as long as I can remember. He's brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he'll never give up on you...ever . He'll be there for you, no matter what.
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