No, neither! It's a memory! !
"Memories of Building Blocks" is a very warm animated short film, no language, only music and pictures. Hehe, the soothing soundtrack makes people unconsciously think of certain people and certain things in life. Maybe this is what a good animation work needs.
Look carefully at the content of the animation. As the water slowly rose, the old man moved up layer by layer, and the furniture was reduced one by one, but there was no shortage of photos on the wall. Because there are so many good memories in the photos.
When I'm old, maybe I can't remember what you look like, but what happened between us has always stayed in my heart. That feeling about you will always stay somewhere in my heart, and maybe no one has nothing to replace that feeling.
When the old man's pipe fell into the water and he went to buy other pipes, I could feel that he would definitely not be able to buy a better pipe than that one. There may be exactly the same, but some things can never be replaced. As the old man dived to the bottom of the water in the diving suit he bought, and picked up the pipe, he remembered the scene when his wife picked up the pipe for him back then. We found the answer to our question. There are too many memories, too many feelings in this pipe.
Seeing this picture reminds me of a pen I have been using for five years, it has been by my side for five years. Sometimes I dare not use it. I am afraid that if I lose it one day, I will never find such a pen again, and I will never find the feeling of holding this pen, and the person who reminds me of holding this pen.
The small pipe opened the door of the old man's memory. He began to dive down layer by layer, recalling the unforgettable time he once had, the bed when his wife was seriously ill, and the family portrait when the sun was shining. That sofa, when my daughter was about to get married, her complicated mood, the petals flying all over the sky on her daughter's wedding day, the dining table where she ate together when she was naughty when she was a child, the pile of building blocks and toys when she just learned to walk, the first love affair happened under that big tree The beautiful story of building this building block cottage with your loved one, the scene of two people clinking glasses to celebrate when the cottage was completed.
In short, these things, whether they are sad or sad, helpless, or happy, are the most treasured things in my heart.
When I saw this, I was really afraid that the old man would stay at the bottom of the water and stay there with his memories.
Fortunately, the last picture allowed me to see the optimistic and realistic side of the old man. He returned to the water and saw him clink with himself with two cups. ------The picture ends and the music starts.
I fell into meditation again with the music.
Regarding memories, I suddenly remembered a sentence from Zhang Xiaoxian's "Single Bed in the Purse". This is a
sentence that has reminded me often over the past few years:
If one day, we will meet again on the road, and I will tell you: I am very happy now. I must be in disguise. How can you be happy if you can only reunite with you instead of living together? To tell you that I am happy, I just don't want you to know that I am sad.
I remember in the last message I wrote to her:
If one day, we meet again on the road, and I will tell you: I am very happy now.
I only wrote the first half of the sentence, and did not write the last paragraph. At that time, my mood was very complicated. Maybe I really wanted to separate. Both of them were very happy, and neither would disturb the other. Maybe I want to redeem my wrong decision, but I can't let go of my face, so I can only express my meaning implicitly when I leave.
Sometimes whenever I recall the past, I wonder if I am really as happy as I said in the first half? Sometimes I think my answer may be in the second half!
It’s been almost five years, and I’ve been living like this all the time. Sometimes memories are really beautiful. Maybe I’ll never encounter such simple feelings in the future, but memories are a very tormenting thing. My heart is closed, I don't want anyone to enter, I just want to open it occasionally, but finally I seal the door!
Some time ago, I finally lost that pen, and what I had been afraid of happened still happened, but I suddenly found that I could face it calmly.
Memories are beautiful. When everything is over, we should be grateful to the people who have walked into our lives, but we can't always live in memories after all, after all, she is just a passerby, because there are still many things in real life that we need to go to face.
Going back to the movie, in the crisp voice of the old man clinking glasses with himself at the end, I hear a new beginning.
Memories are memories after all. Let's cherish these wonderful memories!
Back to reality is a new beginning!
A better start!
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