Although I have hardly watched any animations, I am very impressed with Transformers, Hulu Baby, Shuke and Beta, and Xi Ruihao. Without perceptual knowledge, I have always believed that animation is a gift for children, which is beautiful, lively and playful, lovely and moving.
The Disney fairy tales I saw as an adult confirmed my thinking.
A "Crazy Dating Beautiful City" has subverted all my imagination. After reading it three times, I can't stop, because of its simple beauty and its faint sorrow. Like a knife that carves sadness, it penetrates sadness into my skin and heart bit by bit.
In fact, I didn't shed a single tear. The hilarious part tickled me at all. But the aura of sadness is so powerful, and the stamina is particularly strong. Depressed, meditated, and sleepless after reading it.
Want to find out how that silent, shy little boy (who also had a good childhood) grew into a sculpture locked to a bicycle that never tires? Why did his big, empty eyes turn a blind eye and stare straight ahead? Trying to figure out how the feisty puppy quickly swelled into a chubby, slender deformed dog, barking in vain at the speeding subway, what was it dissatisfied with?
Thinking of those runners who were abandoned by the competition (actually self-abandoning) slumped to the ground, howling like a pig in death; thinking of the little frog that escaped from the steamer, but after being kindly released by the old grandma, it was too late to avoid the whistling and howling. the subway; the thought of the restaurant manager's terrified prostrate worship after offending a big man; the thought of three old sisters with their heads full of silver wires huddled under the duvet watching a boring drama and showing their empty gums with laughter... a convulsion in my heart.
There are also the disappearing pastoral scenery, the houses that were forced to tilt to make way for the subway; the towering high-rise buildings and the human beings the size of sesame seeds in contrast; the urban aristocrats who move slowly like a rat; Bodyguards in black like a square wall... Although I know these are extremely exaggerated and deformed, I think this world is very real!
Grandma, a respectable and lovely grandmother, with high and low feet, specially-made hard iron shoes clattering; a big stubble on her face, and her earrings clattering loudly. Her calm, consistent, determined expression gives a sense of security. Beneath the hard-hearted appearance, there is a selfless love that is hardworking and uncomplaining. At the most critical moment, her short body jumped down, facing the speeding cars without fear. When the car came to the front, the iron shoe stuck out and tripped, and the car rolled over and fell into the chimney of the steamship, bursting with colorful sparks. At that moment I almost burst into tears.
Now, being pulled on the track by the wheel of fate and unable to escape, where can I go to find a loved one who can save me from the disaster?
For no reason I thought of my grandmother, whose silent, serene face was so similar to this grandmother. I seem to understand a lot at once. I may have hated Dad as a kid, but now I love him no matter what.
For the first time, I didn't want to rain a sad rain that would make my eyes immediately burst into tears; but to enjoy this sadness and let it envelope me quietly and lightly...
PS, French imagination And the pioneer spirit I worship.
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