Childhood animation class - "The King and the Bird"

The first time I came into contact with this blockbuster was in elementary school. That day coincided with Saturday (the original weekend), and I was granted special permission to watch TV at night. It was late at night, and my parents were dozing off in front of the TV. I was the only one who was very energetic and hoped that there would be exciting content on the TV. With the start of French subtitles, I thought that CCTV would release foreign pornographic films again (it was small at the time, so I wasn't very interested in foreign films). Unexpectedly, there was a little bird (to be exact, an old bird) who spoke human words on the screen, and only then did I realize that it was a cartoon. In the next hour or so, I came into contact with "The King and the Bird", which was like a vivid foreign animation class, which was deeply imprinted in my mind. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful melody and touching story, but also by the deep tones and serious themes. The first thing I felt after watching it was fear. There are various reasons for being afraid, such as the emperor's trap, the appearance of the person in the painting, the bad flying policeman, the robot giant, and even the weird bird. They gave me a huge visual impact and let the naive me experience it for the first time. A bit of a weird style. You know, this feeling of fear is something that Shanghai Studio Animation or Japanese cartoons such as "Forest King" at the same time will not bring me. Because I am used to the cheerful atmosphere and happy ending of cartoons, I didn't feel happy after watching it that night. At the same time, I am also quite puzzled about some of the content in the film and do not understand it, especially the big fist of the robot at the end of the film, which makes me feel inexplicable.

In the early 1980s, people's spiritual life was still relatively lacking, TV content was limited, and good films were often broadcast over and over again. "The King and the Bird" is also an example. In my memory, this film has not been broadcast at night since then, and it is basically broadcast during the winter and summer vacations. After experiencing the first fear and doubts, although I am familiar with its plot, there is always an invisible force that drives me to watch it from beginning to end every time. Although I didn't feel any special mood after watching it, I have gradually come to realize that this is a foreign animation blockbuster comparable to "Tian Shu Qi Tan". The initial doubts about the plot have also disappeared with age, and the moving music has become a minor tune that can be hummed at any time. In this way, "The King and the Bird" accompanied me through my childhood.

Adolescence in junior high school, hard work in high school, romance in college, and the pressure of work, I began to grow up. Every day when I go to work, I come into contact with hundreds of thousands of information, process tens of thousands of data, and have countless entertainment and appointments after get off work. It is rare to have a real leisure time of my own. Finally one day, I was busy with all the things, and I didn't have any annoying entertainment. I went home and took a hot bath. Before going to bed, I casually picked up a book to read - "Andersen's Fairy Tales." Suddenly, "The Shepherdess and the Chimney Sweep" (the name may be wrong) in the catalogue came into view, and in an instant, "The King and the Bird" entered the depths of my memory. The fairy tale is very simple, only one page, and there are basically no detailed descriptions, far less than an hour and a half of the cartoon. Only then did I lament the director's skill in adapting such an inconspicuous little fairy tale into an animated masterpiece. Fragments of memory are picked up again. There was once a French animation that scared me. "The King and the Bird", where are you now?

In an instant, years have passed. Now I'm obsessed with DVDs. When I saw the sticker of "The King and the Bird" on the forum, the excitement in my heart was beyond words. After going to D City several times, I finally received it. When I got home, I wanted to scan it and write a newspaper on the Internet. Unexpectedly, I couldn't help myself from the beginning of the picture, and I spent 80 minutes sitting quietly on the sofa. It was like a reunion of an old friend who had been separated for many years, and the impetuousness in his heart disappeared. Maybe that's the charm.

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