People who like it, just keep liking it.
My daughter strongly recommended me to watch it, saying that it is super beautiful, and that such good stuff should be shared with me. And used such an extreme expression: the painting is so good, after seeing it, I don't want to paint anymore!
In the past few years, I have been used to watching 3D animations produced by Hollywood, with bright colors, dazzling special effects, and pleasing plots that make people laugh. And this kind of traditional animation, which only uses light brushstrokes, quiet music, gently flipped pictures one by one, and not even a few lines, makes people feel that the light sadness has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, directly to the bottom of my heart.
I like the light touch of the film, the beauty is fascinating!
All the coloring seems to have been washed with water, leaving only a shallow foundation; all the scenery seems to be shrouded in misty mist, from a long time of innocence; I
like the elegant tone of the film, it is sad and heartbreaking!
Lonely magician, long arms and long legs, clumsy and cute movements, long and endless journey, wandering life alone, short-lived joy, faint nostalgia, waiting quietly, forgetting silently. Although he is downhill, he never loses elegance, and he walks step by step toward the downhill of life, but he does not struggle or complain.
The tears that have been held all the time, but did not fall in the end, it was just right.
Familiar London streets, the theater we have been to, are more sad and bright and dreamy.
The mountains and rivers of Scotland have really become a picture, with my favorite black-faced sheep on it, and the "Beatle" cow, whose eyes are always covered by hair; Edinburgh's drizzle is like a fairy tale on the top of the mountain. The castle, the ancient bridge across the railway station, if you hadn't been there, it's really hard to believe that there is such a beautiful city in the world.
The rabbit who likes to bite, on the top of the mountain in the drizzle, watched its master go away bewildered; away from the little girl who was devoted to her and cared for her dreams, she did not say goodbye, but only left a note: the world No magic!
When people go to the house, only the French-English dictionary left by the magician is blown by the breeze outside the window, leaving flying patterns on the wall; shop windows and street lamps gradually go out.
It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes!
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