To quote a classmate, "Iwai's movie. Year after year, one department. Stubbornly guarding the clean sky of youth. The pure fairy tales are engraved. 』
Should choose April to watch this movie. But I chose September. A chilly midnight. The wind reached me through the thin curtains. Somewhat cold.
I love those pure and beautiful images. The girl carrying a schoolbag, wearing a long skirt and white sneakers, riding a bicycle. I love her hair and her smile. A city full of cherry blossoms, when the wind blows, it seems like falling snow. I guessed the story from the beginning. Iwai-san doesn't want to describe Yu's emotional progress. Perhaps, Yu, who is holding a red umbrella and feeling the power of love in the rain, is already happy enough, and there is no need to use more old-fashioned plots to exaggerate it. What we miss is often just that dull but unforgettable youthful ignorance. There is pure love in everyone's heart. Often just a shallow impression in our hearts is enough to prompt us to do great things.
piano sound. The slightly green piano sound arranged by Matsu Takako. Keep thinking in my ears. A person came to an unfamiliar city just to find a dream that had been stirring in his heart for a long time. Just simply to get closer to that person. I like this feeling. In fact, it is very unlikely that I would do such a thing. Because I'm not that young anymore. But I still seem to be waiting for something. Waiting for that perhaps vague figure to appear beside me again. Then, just looking at each other may mean everything.
Surrounded by people who are emotionally hurt. My classmate Xiaobai told me that falling in love one more time is also a good thing, and there is always something to be gained from experiencing it once. Just, don't lose the courage to love. I agree with this. It's true that not everyone can meet that person in the first place. only. The kind of pure love without any impurities. forever lost. never come back. Therefore, I can understand your mentality of keeping your hearts tightly. You are afraid of the pain of being torn apart suddenly after opening to a person. You are afraid that you will spend another year and a half to forget. The one who used to love. Many people's blogs just miss, just miss the same person. Traces of that person can be found on each of his or her blogs. I used to secretly re-narrate something, but in the end I found that whenever I touched those words, at most, I was more saddened and had no more meaning. So I chose to bury those people and those things. Not to talk about them in a corner like Bo, which is not very secret.
One by one, the fantasies of childhood began to be shattered. But there will still be many unrealistic thoughts flooding into my mind. When I saw the snow-like cherry blossoms falling on the streets of Tokyo, I once again began to fantasize that I could walk on that road, quietly watching the cherry blossoms fall on me, next to the teenagers returning home from school, and , that warm spring sun. I actually do this kind of sunbathing all the time. A person ran to the West Lake, found a place to sit down, and began to bask in the sun, watch the scenery, and think about things. An afternoon can easily be lost. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. Then, fell asleep on the bus home, woke up and got off the bus, everything was the same as before.
start to miss. In fact I miss it every day.
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