Let me write about the scenery of Hangzhou first. I have found that Hangzhou is so beautiful that I cannot accept it several times. One time when I went to Qiyuanfenghe on an autumn tour, I saw the sunset shining on the white marble, and the white background was rolled with red, and it was the red of the country folks, and their red was mixed with poison. Immediately thought of the blood-spattered silk. This is basically a fatal infection for me, and there is no penicillin in my world. Another time I went to register. I answered the phone when I was about to walk to Jianguo South Road and walked into a garden subconsciously. When I hung up the phone later, I couldn't walk anymore. I seemed to hear the arteries of this city beating, as if I felt all the shriveled flowers that hadn't formed, I seemed to see the peculiar dark red green of autumn leaping towards me, and I was standing in the center of a huge change. The blue canal in front of me looked dull and powerful in the cloudy atmosphere. Just like my uncle who was almost overturned in the river by adversity, his body was covered with rotten, copper-colored muscles. He reminded me of the Bolsheviks, and let me see how the attitude of struggle and the world are not cooperating. People will change. He is more docile every year. I am going home again, and I am ready to accept the fact that he is old. When I recovered, I had already walked a street. The cloudy days in Hangzhou are so beautiful. I saw the brilliance of the world revealed in the large glass curtain wall of Sandy Red, taking advantage of the gray cement color painted on the sky and the earth, as if all the praise words were all set in that building: including justice, Peace and love. I walked over quickly, full of jealousy and anger. Sometimes I wish to get lost in an unfamiliar place in Hangzhou. I can't find the way. I can only touch the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River when I reach out. It was when I came back on the day of registration, I watched it again [5 sec. speed 5センチメートル]. I think I can't watch it anymore. Not only is there aesthetic fatigue, but this film has clearly begun to make me doubt all the meaning of life. Including justice, peace, and love that cannot be beaten. Maybe this is the case no matter what, the things you like can't stand your repeated scrutiny. I decided to write an article and ended this nightmare. Someone wrote that it is better to forget each other in the world. I feel very good and very real. The only selling point of this story is the grasp of distance. The love between Guishu and Akari is a race that tortures people's minds and makes chest tight and short of breath. Exhausting my life, I can't reach the end. The beginning of the story is very ordinary, the cherry blossoms floating in and out of the picture, the faint children's dialogue. "Let's watch Sakura together again next year!" I like Akari reading her own letters. Those pictures are interspersed in the world of Kishu's junior high school. In class, there was letter paper under the textbook; in the physical health class, he was panting with the tap on, thinking about Akari and her letter without any cut; catching the subway in the winter morning, the turbulent white air and Akari’s good morning.... .. All of Xin Haicheng's pictures are so bright, and the soft and gentle things caught in the light are more powerful than expected. Later, he went to buy a ticket for the Shinkansen and crossed the Kanto Plain to see her. In the middle of the journey, there are descriptions of their past, acquaintances in elementary school, visiting the library, going home together, and going to a fast food restaurant halfway through for a date. French fries dipped in tomato juice spell out a little Cambrian monster. It's flowing, but it's real, very, very real. He got off at 11 o'clock and walked into the waiting room, and found that Mingli was still waiting for him inside. Two people stepped on the soft snow. "Hey, do you remember the cherry blossom tree in the letter?" In fact, the whole life of the two people has grown in the cherry tree. Seasonal changes bring about tree changes, budding, leaf growth, and flowering. As early as the midwinter of the previous season, the spring of the two had all bloomed. I still remember the kiss under the tree, "I don't know where to take Mingri's warm soul," "I shared my 13 years of emotions with each other, and the next moment after that was extremely sad." "I Obviously knowing that we will not be able to be with each other in the next days. There is a huge space and time between us." "But these uneasiness gradually disappeared, and what is left is Mingli's warm lips." Maybe he started from I knew from the beginning that this would be the most solemn relationship in his life, although none of us could name it. It is clearer than love, deeper than friendship, and stronger than family affection. After that kiss, it seemed that the whole world had changed. And later, Kagoshima, who spent six years of his time, and later returned to Tokyo to work, no matter how much effort was exhausted, it was just to prove that our struggle with the indefinite time and longings was only a matter of skill and mediocrity. The last word, Xin Haicheng, pushed the relationship to the extreme: Guishu, who was under pressure at work and felt emotional numbness, resigned, and had separate things from his ex-girlfriend. Use time to heal yourself. He never thought that Akari, who was as important as life, returned to Tokyo when he was 13 because of preparations for the wedding. Two people live silently. In the end, Guishu once again walked through the ramp full of cherry blossoms after school at the beginning of the film, and when he grew up, Akari was waiting for the bus at the next station. When the two people met, they were aware of the moment they passed by at the railway crossing. "I have a hunch that when I look back at this time, the other person will definitely look back." Just when they were about to see each other, the two trains passed through at once. When this train meets, I think they will recognize each other and end. As a result, the speeding train passed by, and only the cherry blossoms and the streets where no one was visible were oncoming. I shed tears at that time. I know this is the brilliance of Xinhai City. The most beautiful things are often like this. When watching the fire from the other side, you will feel that everything on the other side is the best. And when we look across the real river, like walking on thin ice, to the opposite bank, there is actually nothing. This is what I have written so many things that I want to express to you. I think this is the best story I have ever seen when I was born. I think it has so many colors and it can stain me even when it is spread out. Computer desk: when it is white, it makes me smile, when it is blue, it makes me addicted, and when it is transparent, it makes me cry. And this has also changed my persistent weird temper-I am no longer blindfolded. In the past, a small leaf covering my eyes could cover my entire summer. When those little things are over, let them pass. We stay in the eternal river, let time wash us into warm pebbles. But I must also say that this story makes me very sad. Sometimes we are obsessed with things for so long, but we often fail to get good results. But even so, we still love this world and the cruel reality that revolves around it day after day.
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