There is no such a door in the movie. After watching the movie, I have been imagining what kind of blue door it is, old and shabby, or noble and elegant.
Where will that door lead to? Are we the ones who grow up and mature, or the ones who succeed or fail in middle age, or the ones who close our eyes and rest peacefully in old age?
blue door.
I murmured these words, as if a door like this would appear in front of my eyes if I read it a few more times.
We have passed through the age of seventeen, and we have passed through the most beautiful year of youth.
When Meng Kerou looked at Zhang Shihao, her eyes were clear and bright, those are the eyes of youth.
Zhang Shihao shouted to Meng Kerou, "My name is Zhang Shihao, Scorpio, blood type O, swimming team, guitar club, I'm not bad." With a confident expression and an evil smile.
When Meng Kerou said she liked girls, Zhang Shihao believed it. But I didn't believe it. I just believed it. It turns out that there are such lovely boys in the world, and they are so simple that they can believe that the girl they like is gay.
In the end, Meng Kerou and Zhang Shihao rode their bicycles home, accompanied by a monologue by Meng Kerou. This monologue sounds like there is no emotion at all, but when you listen to it, you will feel warm in your heart and wet eyes. .
"Little boy, look at your floral shirt drifting away. I'm thinking, what will we be like in one year, three years, five years? Because you are kind, cheerful and comfortable, you should be more handsome, right? , so I seem to see that many years later, you are standing in front of a blue gate, the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon, you still have a few pimples. You smile, I run to you to ask how are you, you nod your head .Three years, five years, or even longer. What kind of adults will we become? Is it a physical education teacher or my mother? Although I can't see myself when I close my eyes, I can see you."
Although I I can't see myself when I close my eyes, but I can see you.
This sentence speaks to everyone's heart. It reminds people of the sincere and warm but simple and pure feelings when they first fell in love, so they really closed their eyes and saw you a few years ago.
Seventeen, our seventeen.
We rode a bicycle, the green light of the seventeen-year-old turned on, we crossed the streets of the seventeen-year-old, and bid farewell to the brilliant summer of the seventeen-year-old.
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