This is the second movie after the loyal dog Hachiko that made me cry. It may be related to my current situation. There is a bottleneck in research and I cannot meditate. When I saw that this legendary genius was finally affirmed and returned to his hometown as he wished, when I saw that he was both a teacher and a friend, and he was reluctant to part, I really sighed at my humbleness.
Without that struggle experience, any memory in any place is so pale and powerless. On the contrary, with pain, pressure, struggle, overcoming, and headwinds, in the place where we have struggled, every flower and every grass is precious, every scene and every thing. All unforgettable. Memories are all reserved for the future self, just want to think about it when you remember, not just plainly.
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