Sitting next to the sun-sloping hillside drinking beer, watching the uncrowded sunset, and not worrying about the best location.
Facing the stream and the forest, he bowed his head and played the violin thoughtfully.
Three teenagers ran shirtless in the field, covering their heads with shirts, watching the golden sunlight through the swaying cracks in the grass.
Sitting in front of the house and roasting the fire, there will be a "hissing" sound when the wood is burning vigorously, listening to the sound of the tree falling, and stepping on the solid and warm soil with both feet.
I can't think of a better day than this.
When watching a movie, I am always reluctant to pay attention to the quality of the plot, because I prefer to let myself be a listener and hear someone telling my story. It's not a fictional fairy tale, but a real past - and again, the story of the fairy tale should be that after the thousand sails are over, the prince and the princess live happily together, and the stories of the teenagers are always crazy and damaged, But bright and beautiful.
I feel like I wasted my youth like this, I didn't have a thrilling love, I didn't run away from home, and I didn't even have the courage to accept it. After being injured once, I am no longer willing to open my heart to accept many things that seem to be full of warmth.
It seems that I was next to a forest, next to a castle in a German town, but I didn't go in in the end.
But sometimes there is a very strong feeling. There is a corresponding content when reading, I can feel the ease of breathing when the pores of my body are open, the smell of leaves, the smell of earth, the smell of fresh and decayed wood, I feel like I live in a tree house. Running wildly in the forest, stepping on short firewood every now and then, rattling and rattling. I hear the sound of water, the stream flowing from above, the daisies shaking their heads in the wind, the birds flying in the distance flapping their wings and approaching... I can't explain why these feelings are so real. They are like a dream, but they never appeared in my dream. So maybe, this is my past life.
I think of the high spirits of teenagers, but they don't have big political ambitions and scavenging plans in their heads, no money or philosophy; I can't comment on which teenager is better, but I love the way they laugh and turn the world's tigers Melt into butter.
I remembered Andrew saying he lived in a stone house, built over 200 years ago. Raise all kinds of animals, go to bed early and get up early, talk and run. He doesn't have to be in a good mood because he sees a blue sky every now and then, and he doesn't have to watch the pale sunset blocked by countless buildings. He has a whole sky and stars, and has mountains and plains.
Freedom may not be a heavy and grand action, or it may not be like "Braveheart", which burns your whole life to pay for it. Both William and Joe once shouted for freedom. I think that the wooden house in Joe's heart, the pure, time-forgotten days, is the lowercase "FREEDOM"...
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