Time really is such a fairy tale.
When we were children, we always wrote at the beginning of our articles: Time is a galaxy, and I collect the brightest one in it. Or: Time is a golden sand, and I am a child playing on the beach, picking up the most beautiful shells. It seems a bit tacky, because it is just a routine that teachers teach us to write. How can children have such an understanding of time? And now I find that sentence is so beautiful. The past days are really like a fairy tale, so far and so close, I keep beautifying it subconsciously, grinding away the sharp and manic part, making it more and more like a dream, for me to reminisce when I am lonely and helpless , smiling at his own shadow in the glass window.
"The Little Bits of My Childhood" is a movie I've watched countless times. When I was very young, I thought it was a boring and lengthy cartoon. When I was in high school, I found it in a set of Hayao Miyazaki's complete works. Although I later found out that this was not the work of Miyako at all, it was just like this. I fell in love with this animation. It was originally Not for children.
Probably every adult woman will find her own shadow from the heroine in the film.
I was eleven and fifth grade. It was the first time I had my period, the first time I fell in love with a boy, the first time I went to the country to play, and the first time I played a small role in a stage play. This is probably what the whole play is about. Ordinary But not boring, meticulous and heartwarming.
What about my eleven? It was so special for me, that year my mom and I moved in with my dad and started the happiest four years of my life.
"Sunny, cloudy and rainy, which one do you prefer?"
"Cloudy"
"Me too."
Every time I think of this sentence, it always gives me the feeling of moving my first love.
When we were young, we would exchange our thoughts with friends of the same sex awkwardly, and swore to keep each other secret, but in a few days, it would spread in the class that so-and-so had a crush on so-and-so, and then I would blushed He said that he would ignore her again, but after a while, I couldn't help but tell her what was on my mind.
She has a very good brother, a senior we all admire. He is not only a good student, but a good student of four and five. I often wonder why he is not my brother. Now it seems that maybe I had a crush on the senior at that time. When I saw her the other day, she asked me why I didn't have a boyfriend yet. I said I was waiting to be your sister-in-law, and we all laughed. She said that it was a fate destined in a previous life. In fact, the senior and I only played together when we were young. When I was young, I was so inconspicuous that he must not remember me.
When I was young, I was small, my grades were mediocre, and my handwriting was ugly (and this seems to have been a pain in my life forever), anyway, I gathered all the conditions for not being favored by teachers. But I don't seem to understand what it means to be inferior. Until one day when the class was going to arrange a textbook drama competition, all the literary and artistic backbones in the class were selected to dance, and in the end it was my turn to be the protagonist. I remember that the teacher glanced around the classroom at that time. In fact, I also wanted to act but dare not When I looked up, the teacher suddenly called my name, and I was stunned, only to hear the teacher say, "Actually, you are quite beautiful." So this sentence was repeatedly considered by me in the countless nights that followed, because in the I had never heard anything like this before, not even my mother said it. The script we played was "Cold Bird". I was the female No. 1 Hanhao bird. In fact, the lines were very simple, as long as I kept repeating the sentence "The cold wind freezes me to death, I will build a nest immediately tomorrow----" But my performance The talent seems to be dug out in that simple sentence, because I shout it differently each time. After that, I often acted in some textbook dramas, and some boys began to say that he liked me at the entrance of the alley, and I gradually realized that I was actually quite beautiful.
The heroine in the film came to the countryside to look for safflower. She worked in the field, and she was very simple and beautiful. When I was a child, my family lived in a small town, and there was a large farmland outside the town. We would go out by bicycle at five in the morning, go to the fields to pick mulberries to eat, and stuff them into our mouths before picking them from the trees. It seems that no one cares about the hygiene problem, and the owner of the mulberry forest doesn’t care when he sees us eating. Because there are too many, it will rot if we can't finish it. As long as we don't hurt the mulberry leaves, everything is easy to say. We fly kites in the spring, pick a lot of rapeseed flowers and azaleas to go home, and pick wild vegetables, and of course we bring back a lot of weeds. The countryside is really a paradise for children to grow up. Now that I am used to living in the city, all this seems to be unreal like a fantasy, but it used to be true.
At the end of the film, the heroine returns to the village as a peasant woman. I often wonder if I will go back to where I was born after I graduate. Dad said that you should go ahead first. If you did it when you were young, if you hit a wall, then you will give up. I don’t know if I’ll really hit a wall in the future, and I don’t want to complain about how confused I feel now. Maybe one day in the future, when I think of being able to code like this today, it feels like a fairy tale. Bar.
Forgive me for ranting like this on a spring night, if you read it, then I thank you (*^__^*)
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