Suddenly I thought of Barbie in childhood and the toys that had broken hands and feet after being ravaged. Where will they be at this moment? Will they also be crushed and burned by the garbage dump, will they continue to fall into the hands of a violent child, can't escape the destiny of abuse, or be peaceful somewhere?
I used to beg for them, or rewards for the top three exams, or gifts brought by my parents from afar. They have gone through the screening of this industrial age, come to their side in the dust, and become eternal companions in the lonely time of childhood. They have been teachers, celebrities, bosses, and doctors. They were imaginary listeners in my time alone and safe opponents to my many one-man shows. They are perhaps the strongest and most worry-free friends in my childhood. But now, these old friends have either deposited dust in the attic or have been thrown away in the trash can.
In the large-scale cleaning, even with the ease and ease of clearing obstacles. But this final version made me realize the emotions of the lives of my dear friends. What I abandon is not only the old and dim toys that I am tired of, but also the memories of my childhood and the feelings of mutual dependence that arise in the company. Therefore, when the dinosaur tells Woody to take good care of Andy, he can't help but shed tears. When Andy bids Woody's final farewell, he realizes the distance from yesterday.
The reason why Pixar put an end to this series after many years, maybe not to let us as adults do a collective nostalgia, but to let us really say goodbye to the memories of the past, and then we should take the car. Those who go to the far place continue to go far away, those who should be busy in the building continue to be busy, and those who are struggling for the future should continue to struggle. After all, life is like this, you can't extravade for eternity, so having a life is the best comfort.
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