Morris sat on the balcony on the second floor writing quietly, with a stack of books beside him. A gust of wind blew, the house flew, the books flew, and so did Mr. Morris. He was just chasing the book, spinning back and forth in the wind. The chasing process was full of twists and turns. In the storm, from the pole to the house, from the head to the foot of the house, and through the window, Mr. Morris chased the book as strong as a beloved girl.
The house fell, upside down, upright, crooked... Crying people, people running around on bicycles, people walking back and forth... Mr. Morris looked at the words written in the book and fell one by one. On the ground, blown away by the wind, he felt dazed.
He walked down the path, probably not feeling too hesitant, just walking down. It wasn't until he met the girl who flew into the air that he suddenly remembered his hobbies and the life he wanted. Mr. Morris jumped over the fence with a gentleman, and followed Xiaofeishu all the way to the bookstore. Since then he has settled down for the rest of his life.
Morris got along well with the Feishu people. He put food for the Feishu people, packaged them with wrappers, and helped the old Feishu with the operation... The Feishu people revolved around him like children and danced beside him. In this way, his life passed quickly, Mr. Morris was also led away by the flying books, and the new owner of the bookstore came again... The
short film does not add a word or a sentence, and the strong warmth reveals the picture. I thought of the silent segment of the Carr and his wife from childhood to old age in "Up". The same strong warmth, although the nature is different, but the power of infecting people is slightly different.
This film may not show people too advanced philosophy, nor does it make a mystery. In my opinion, it just tells me, through a fairy tale-like silent story, to live the life you want to live.
People who love books have gone through a lot of hardships, and finally accompany them for a lifetime. This is the life that Mr. Morris likes, and so, life likes it. Isn't it the joy of life that those fairy-like books revolve around him and dance around him.
Mr. Morris likes the life in the bookstore, so he will not feel lonely and live his life in a blink of an eye. The seemingly coincidental inheritance gave him a chance to live the life he liked comfortably. I envy Mr. Morris. However, after thinking about it, I may not meet the girl who passed on my bookstore, but I can create a "bookstore" by myself and live the life I want to live.
If I don't lose life, life won't lose me, right?
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