The cause was nothing more than a trivial thing that a normal person could safely avoid, but I somehow managed to hit that muzzle. I made a lot of trouble and cried a few times. Although it wasn't a big deal, I finally said that everyone was very sad.
Suddenly, at that moment, I remembered the ghost mother on the other side of the door. As if to see her bending down, staring at button eyes, holding needle and thread, and smiling at me. Would you like to sew button eyes and stay forever?
When the ghost mother said that, Coraline was startled. Oh, Coraline, big, proud and strong, Coraline who knows everything. She suddenly saw clearly that there was actually a huge conspiracy behind these surprises, satisfaction and happiness. A mother who can cook a very good meal, a father who plays the piano and decorates her garden so beautifully, a wonderful neighbor, a silent friend who can't speak, everything you want and desire is just an illusion .
Coraline is angry and wants to go back to her old world. The ghost mother was also angry, no longer smiling, and returned to her original appearance. And the world suddenly returned to its original state, no longer magnificent, no longer warm and beautiful.
I'm always speculating how much truth is there in the heart-wrenching "I just want to find someone to love" from the ghost mother. Since childhood, she has been full of sympathy for witches, and feels that people who are fragile and sensitive are pathetic and pitiful. She turns out, maybe she really has no bad intentions, right? With so many things done, if it was just toying with, it would be too deliberate and painstaking.
Coraline is but a child. When there is no one to play with, hope is always in vain, and I don't feel understood, there are always so many emotions. Sometimes because I don't understand my emotions, it's not pleasing to look at anything awkwardly. Dissatisfied with others, and dissatisfied with your own dissatisfaction with others, upset with others, but also with yourself. So in the heart full of hope, there is actually another world. Everything is what you want it to be, or even better.
I don't know how many people have ever imagined a better state of life. I only remember one day when I was in college, I went to teach a Korean kid at home and saw him lying on the sofa while his mother read the Bible to him peacefully. For a moment, I felt so happy that I was so envious that I wanted to cry. Yes, I've never been so close to my mom for her to read to me. I also knew that she would definitely be sad if she found out, so I never dared to tell her, but I still couldn't help thinking about it and couldn't hold back my secret desire.
When we were arguing that day, my mother asked me why I couldn't be like my sister, be smart and not directly conflict with people, why it must make people sad. I had to tell her that I worked hard. Really, since I was a child, I envy my sister's sunny personality. I often want to be as thoughtful as her, but I really can't. I knew very early on that I was selfish, self-centered, and had a bad personality, but I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't compromise for what I didn't like.
I think my expectations were too high. Obviously I don't believe in fairy tales, I know there are so many things that are not good, and I even have such a stinky problem with myself, but my eyes and heart are so restless.
But I really, so hoped that the door never closed. There is such a small passage that leads to the world where lies are put together, and when you are disappointed, you go on an unforgettable adventure.
After all, in my dark and incomparably powerful heart, I hope Ben is so beautiful.
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