I have had that life. Tsuchiya willow trees, flowers, fruits and vegetables, family members, and a dog. Go out and fish out a watermelon from the water tank, take it home and let grandma cut it, then take the watermelon, hum a little song, sit on the fence and watch the dog wagging its tail, look at the green fruits and vegetables in the distance, look at The water pipe in Grandpa's hand draws the colors of the rainbow in the sky. It was a good day, jumping up and down and taking risks everywhere. Time also gave extrajudicial favors to those days. It was just one day, and it was like a century had passed. But I can't go back, I can't go back. It is impossible for people to be mixed with too much. That innocent heart, just like that summer in Provence, has been sealed in a certain corner of memory. When it is opened, the dust that shakes off will make tears come out. The film is really healing, and I burst into tears several times. The protagonist is Jean Reno. When I watched it, I said why it was so familiar. Finally, I found out that it was the uncle in "This Killer Is Not Too Cold". Handsome little brother, lovely lady, beautiful picture, appropriate music, after reading it, I decided to go to Provence in the future. There are two scenes that made me cry: 1. When Grandpa's old friends came. Years of friends reunited, drinking, singing, and telling their glorious experiences. They were also young, they used to love rock and roll, they were adventurous, they could drive four kilometers with a cart of stinky sheepskins, and they dared to go to Egypt on a motorcycle. They're not "hillies", they're just old. They drank spicy wine, danced, handsome white-haired grandpa, played guitar, sang their songs softly, next to the hut at night, under the big tree, they got together like that, just like in the past . "May we are youth. (May we always be young)" 2. Grandpa took Xiao Zhengtai to water. Really burst into tears. Watching my grandfather teach him to tell him when the water runs to the end, and tell him how to change the water one by one, childhood memories suddenly popped out, and it hurt my eyes. It seemed like a lifetime ago. How much I miss that time that I started to cry just thinking about it. "Young people don't know the taste of sorrow." When you have it, you will never cherish it. As long as you are far away from him, you will understand what you have given up. After all, you will regret it, you will regret it, you will be sad, and you cannot escape. No one will miss, so most of people's pain comes from memories. Memories are too beautiful to think about? Or simply forgetting? So I never thought it was a blessing to be alive. Life is a misery, happiness is misery, separation is misery, both are miserable. It’s easy to see through, but hard to let go, let alone feel comfortable. Those who can understand these things are probably Buddhas. When you want to go back to that time, watch this movie. Cry and cry, wake up the next day and still have to move on. After all, I don't plan to live in Peach Blossom Spring all the time, no matter how good the scenery is, it's just a small piece of memory. But isn't the whole life just a piece of memory? Only we live so seriously. Finally, go home on eleven to spend more time with your family and don't touch your phone. Good night.
View more about My Summer in Provence reviews
