Huge clouds, wisps of sunlight shining in from the gaps in the shade of trees, soft hair dancing in the wind, long shadows cast by the fiery red sunset behind me... I have never seen such a thing before. The tender green grass, I have never seen such an imagined bright and clear smile, and I have never dared to guess that such a firm and pure emotional belief can really happen - I know, all this is just that the guy named Xin Haicheng lingers. The complex of going away, but I would rather keep my feelings unswerving, even if this is just the dusty corner of a person's heart, because I was once firm, in a dusty era called youth.
I began to imagine the appearance of Makoto Shinkai, silent, bowing his head and saying nothing. He must have had a girl he loved deeply at the age of junior high school. Every day at the subway station, he secretly watched her get on the train and go home, sitting alone at the station. On the bench, imagine if she will suddenly appear in front of him and say hello with a smile; believe in this beauty, no matter one year, three years, eight years, or even forever.
The pictures are unparalleled, and the pictures alone are worth all the pure emotional calmness that has nowhere to deposit; the plot is empty, but whose youth is not empty? When I was lying in bed and recalling myself at that time, it was just a picture of bright water and a firm belief in such emotions.
So, no matter the picture or the plot, this is what I want, the look of youth.
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