Chen Yingxiong is a director of pure love, right? Iwai Shunji, who I have been daydreaming for five years, didn't shoot, that's all.
At the age of fourteen, I saw the Norwegian forest for the first time in a bookstore. The well-packaged version was like a yellow book, and I frantically flipped through it all afternoon.
Fifteen years old, that summer when I can read books in class. I recommended the forest in Norway to the front row of the lecture hall, the ex-girlfriend who had not yet become an ex-girlfriend at the time, but she didn't watch it, so I watched it a second time.
At the age of sixteen, I seriously annotated a book full of notes. I memorized too many plots and was madly indulging in Murakami's metaphors. Later, in retrospect, at that age, am I too precocious.
Seventeen years old, when I just wrote this, I realized that as long as I mentioned seventeen years old, I would think of Muyue. At the age where I would be in the pool room too, I didn't want to leave.
At eighteen, I still remember my ex asking me, how much do you like me? Tigers all over the world melt into butter. I watched her cry when she read the love letter, what would happen if Shunji Iwai came to shoot the Norwegian forest.
At nineteen, when I left home, I put away the Norwegian forests. The pages are crowded, and the words I wrote, the pens of different colors, are of different youthful years.
Twenty years old, I can't imagine how old it is. I wasn't ready either, ready to be alone. In the garden downstairs, there is a lush green lawn. The sunshine in spring is very warm. Where is the little bear in spring?
Cruel youth, understand these four words of hypocrisy.
When I see Suicide Squad, I still think of my best brother who has lived with me for six years;
when I see Yongze, I still think of when I was seventeen, never sympathize with myself and copy it in my notebook;
when I see Suzuko , it will again arouse the myth of flat-chested women;
when I see the bar in Shibuya, I will still think of us who climbed over the wall and returned to the dormitory; when I see
Mr. Kobayashi who did not go to Uruguay, I still want to eat a cucumber;
Upstairs in the Xiaolin Bookstore, I still think of reading under the wheel to write a paper;
When I see Naoko crying and stroking gently, when I see Midori's arrogant complaints, smoking and talking, I still think of my ex;
when I see Toru Watanabe standing by the phone at the end, standing in the center of the world, I still think of my cowardly self. .
In fact, I'm being hypocritical just because it's a Norwegian forest.
I just lit a cigarette and finished smoking while standing. I haven't done this for a long time. They're all so old, they're not 17-year-old unscrupulous boys anymore.
The bears in spring are gone, how can I roll;
tigers have turned into butter, and now they have turned into curry, and I am still the same.
Fortunately, we will not stay in any round of cruel youth, then it will be better in the future.
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