I know that the heart that belongs to me has become very manic and noisy . I fell in
love with Hayao Miyazaki in the summer of the second year of high school and the third year of high school. . At the same time. Some things that have been nourished for a long time began to sprout, mixed with those simple and beautiful countryside and the tracks that spread in the air, and even said that Hayao Miyazaki gave me the taste of my first love. I
imagined, in the opening of "Witch's Delivery Service" Zhong Qiqi was lying on the hillside listening to the old-fashioned radio... I met a beautiful girl with long hair... I
imagined that there was such a city in the sky, and there was a princess waiting for me to save... I
imagined, I took a train to leave My lover goes on a long trip...
well, I admit how naive I was back then and how badly I am now...
manic like summer I can't stand the idea of who and who cheated on who There was no need to gossip about who broke up with whom last night, full of indignation and jealousy. I gave up some of the inner impulses in my youth or some ideas that MM chatted up at the back table...
That's when... I put some things that I had saved for a long time to a far place, that is, my twenties or even farther. . .
Trying to recall the past... It turns out that Ghibli and Gong Lao don't have a heavy weight in my heart... For a while, I was thinking about the online video on the computer.... I was moved... but no matter how crowded it was. Can't squeeze a single tear...
Those things that have nourished her for a long time are instantly corrupted when they want to entrust her to the future... It has become a tangle of cynicism and surviving desire...
Fortunately, even if it can destroy I didn't forget about Hayao Miyazaki and his Ghibli even after losing love, which seemed so sweet and sweet... I
saw the complete DVD collection of Hayao Miyazaki when I graduated from high school, and I was so excited to buy it back home... I still look at the TV. It's very easy to watch while eating watermelon...but...some of the subtleties that touch the fragile heartstrings...are inexplicably quiet here, as if a grown child saw his long-lost mother for a while. There is no expression.
At that time, I was moved by watching his animations, and now I am nostalgic for the past touches when I watch his animations.…
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