I haven't had pimples in many years. I haven't been fidget about boys for many years. It's been a long time since I came across a movie worth crying.
On a cold winter night in Beijing, I watched "The Blue Door" with a group of lovely friends. When the music on accidently kelly street sounded at the end of the film, before I could see Jiao Xiongping's name, I ran to the bathroom because I accidentally burst into tears.
She is the pure girl in Cai Jianya's "Bottomless Pit" MV, and he is the pure boy in "PK.COM.CN". In recent years, I have rarely watched Taiwanese films, and thought it was nothing more than Tsai Ming-liang, Hou Hsiao-hsien, and Yang Dechang. But "The Blue Door" moved my defensive heart with a kind of undefended innocence.
Do we love memories more and more, and do we dream less and less? We really appreciate this innocence, only that we have drifted away from it. It turns out that the boys I have loved are all old, and we have retained our imaginations in our respective lives, and our mutual appreciation has been buried in time and space.
The blue door is the exit for everyone's confusion about youth. Time will always be strong enough to make us calm down, just like the rebellious punk girl of the year will also be transformed into a gentle wife and mother. In this way, we pass by without knowing it, we spend ignorantly, we stand on the tail of youth and look back, with the most ordinary anxiety.
Thank you for the hand you held, and the shoulder you missed. Thanks for the fate of meeting and the courage to chase.
See this female blog for the original text: http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_48b29df30100beup.html
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