This is a pessimistic feeling. In the circle of friends, Ye Ye (the girl I just met yesterday) said: There is magic in the world, and only those who believe in it can get it.
When I saw it, I thought of this persevering girl again, and felt that this sentence itself was magic, and I was lit up: Yes, there is, I believe there will be.
I was full of energy on the way back.
Plus the temperature and vibe of spring.
My steps are light enough to fly.
This fairy tale is so beautiful, I would love to be deceived all the time.
Cinderella, who was about to step into the ball, was very nervous.
Mr. Lizard kissed her hand and said to her: enjoy when it lasts.
Yeah, what are you worried about? Do it and enjoy the time. This is the most affordable way.
In the end, Cinderella finally welcomed the prince, and she had to meet him with her true face, a country servant.
Yes, this is me. She saw herself in the mirror.
She said the same to the prince. But unexpectedly, the prince's response was: will you take me as I am? You have to accept me too, a king who is still an apprentice.
This sentence is so touching, how empty the heart is behind it!
I have many tears in the movie... I
want to cry the most is the scene where the magic disappears: everything good falls apart, and Cinderella turns back into a tattered dress.
But her smile is so beautiful, so content, so happy.
She kept the crystal slipper in the box, in her shabby attic, so contentedly, grateful that she didn't expect more.
A few hours this night is enough to keep her happy for a lifetime!
I am so envious of this attitude.
Why does Cinderella stay in this seemingly tortured hell?
Because her family has lived happily here for hundreds of years, her beautiful childhood is here, and she once had her beloved father and mother here.
Everything here is giving her a good hint, reminding her of what her mother said and what she promised her: kind and brave.
This is the power of the house, the power of the building.
The gift she asked Dad was the first branch to brush over his shoulder.
This is the most poetic part of the whole fairy tale, isn't it!
In the end, the prince and princess lived happily ever after.
I remember the sentence: life begins where movie ends.
The fairy tale ends here, everything is so beautiful, and so can many love stories. But, life has only just begun here...
hope all is well.
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