fun, I didn't have Japanese class in the afternoon, and I also watched "The Little Thing of First Love" in the dormitory.
In such a cold winter, with light sleet and a bit of northwesterly wind, sitting in bed and watching such a film is a warm and heart-warming choice.
It's normal to be popular. Now all the films that are related to youth and the past are very popular. Like the previous "Old Boy", it became popular in the school overnight.
I don't know how to evaluate such a film. It's very pure and beautiful. Just like the first two Thai films I've seen, "Love of Siam" and "I Love You in the third and fourth year of junior high", let me at this age think about it. past. Many classmates said that Mario is so handsome, yes, that guy is quite handsome. Yes, calling him a young man is habitual, and he speaks in a tone of age because he really doesn't know how to define such an age. youth? Not talent; blooming season? Eighteen years old too early. Quite embarrassing. I said I was crying, and my roommate laughed. Xiao Shui confessed to Ah Liang (I really think the name is so dirty, but it's really hehe), how brave and hard he was, as if he had a heart-piercing feeling.
Maybe it's because he did something stupid like that. Thinking of the long train ride, listening to accompany you to the end of the world, all the way to the north in the dark, falling asleep in the early morning, waking up and seeing the sunshine in Qingdao through the window, I want to laugh. I am still brave. Standing in front of the classical Qingdao station, facing the blue sky, looking forward, the person I had a crush on for three years and two confessions ended in failure finally appeared... A very dramatic beginning, and then a very dramatic ending. Comes suddenly, goes dazed. Maybe it's doomed to die. And I, finally, after so many mileage bumps, calm down.
It's not your vegetable. So, after thinking about it, I deleted the person, and gave up the idea of sending text messages, and it has nothing to do with it.
Maybe the feeling that was very light, washed again, and finally tasteless. I said, I'm not going to see a lover, because I don't know if it can be called love; I'm going to fulfill a wish, a wish that was supposed to be fulfilled four years ago, and finally fulfilled on a sunny Saturday in October 2010.
After watching this video, I asked myself, how much of my first love is left? Later, I couldn't help but wonder, did I have my first love? How many unrequited loves should be left? I have no idea. Coincidentally, the first snow of this winter in Nanjing came today. Usually the first reaction is to tell him that it is snowing. Then, there was such an urge, but it was curbed. It's snowing, what's so strange. Seems to be a reply from a certain year.
Holding a cup full of hot water, go back to the dormitory and have a winter dream.
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