I remember the first time I saw Hayao Miyazaki when he was in Jiang An - "Spirited Away". It was a movie that subverted my concept of Japanese animation again after being a Saint Seiya. The former made me completely disgusted with it, while the latter made me stumble upon some small freshness in the rubbish pile - really, the Japanese animation I watched when I was a child was really like a routine: the bad guy appeared - the hero was defeated - Hero Transformation - Hero Victory. It's really hard to lift people's spirits, and the ethnic discrimination against the island country has led to my prejudice against this school of cartoons since I was a child - so much so that I am reluctant to use a compliment to evaluate everything in this country.
In fact, the most important reason for me to download the movie Poppy is the poetic name. Although looking at the whole film, this film is not brilliant, and the plot is as "hypocritical" and "vulgar" as the protagonist himself said. What a Cinderella story, what a brother and sister fall in love, it's really not creative. And the whole film didn't have much memorable meaning.
However, the only thing that catches people's hearts, that little freshness, is enough to make people linger. That perfect girl and boy almost imagined—that good grade and virtuous Xiao Hai—a woman who was more ideal than Shen Jiayi—and the handsome, kind, enthusiastic and energetic head of the club, Xiao Jun. In the fairy tale pure love, the lightness is full of the usual subtlety of the oriental people. When the hero asks his father about his own biological father, when the heroine bows his head and asks if he doesn't like him, when the heroine confesses loudly at the bus stop, why not touch these young people who are about to say goodbye to their youth heart of.
It is the ending song "Farewell to Summer", which reminds people of the accordion of the music teacher in elementary school, and reminds the classroom and classmates who are drifting away. The moment she passed the teacher and rushed into the classroom while stepping on the class bell, the asphalt road full of cracks rolled by the wheels after school, the chestnut Yang Jie, who was so good at peeling, the back that silently watched away... ...
Farewell to summer, let me resist twisting the neck of the old thoughts in this season that has long been far away from spring...
9-4
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