It’s still a good name in the rainy season. It’s a Japanese literal translation. Saying love to you through raindrops is a vulgar movie. It’s been on the hard disk for two years. I've always been interested in this kind of Japanese style, fresh, slow, slow and emotionally procrastinated. I watched two fresh Japanese films that weren't so small and fresh, and I actually gave birth to a love for no reason. Here comes the previous Haijie diary. Everything is light and not rushed. Four sisters with different personalities have a rare harmony, communion, and love for each other. Who didn't have the dream of living with sisters and girlfriends when they were young? The Haijie Diary satisfies our young and green desires.
This film is about the same in the rainy season. The painting style is also beautiful, warm and charming. The most ordinary story between you and me. Love and family loss and get the morning omelette. The continuous drizzle of summer said that the world also needs useless things. If everything has to have a meaning, it will make people breathless. Presumably such a bland and useless thing is enough to relax us until our pores are dilated
. The rainy season in Japan is generally From May to July, it lasts for about a month. It rains almost every day. Teachers, classmates, and adults don't like the rain. Yuji likes him to hang the sunny doll upside down, colorful and swaying by the wind in the courtyard in front of the door. Sunny day When the doll hangs upside down, it will rain. Before my mother died, my mother told Yuji that she would come back
when the rainy season came. When the rainy season came, the light rain filled a layer of mist. A drop falls on their secret base Mom is on schedule Childish little boy takes Mom's hand Mom you're back We're home
So in this short one-month rainy season, life is like a cup of boiling water. With the raindrops falling, I played a light dance song The omelettes in the morning, the clothes to hang out, the sleep in the night, the walk in the forest is the warm smell of home, the day is strong and faint, whether it is today or yesterday
, the love in the school days is like a tender gardenia, shy but delicate and wanton blooming The most tacit feeling is that when I have a crush on you, and you happen to crush on me, the moment I decide to give you my hand, I am doomed to never leave my wife and husband, my father, mother, and son. Unexpected death interrupts whether I still have the courage to continue to choose to be close to you. Everything is simple and pure. I love you. Love is this the grief of life? Probably not, my mother died. I came back and left in just one rainy season. My mother taught the boy to fry eggs, taught him to hang clothes, taught him to plant a lot of sunflowers in front of the door, and taught him the continuation of life. The dream of the boy and his father is real Even if I exist, life continues. The rainy season is gone. The sun is coming in. The sky is clear.
Duras love is not a relative of the skin. It is not a vegetable and a meal. It is an immortal desire. Soil flows into the river, love will eventually return to life and hope
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