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I actually don't know much about the TS series. I can't remember if I saw it, let alone the specifics.
In the afternoon, I read Vogue's autumn and winter fashion week special issue in the bookstore, and I was not very interested, and I was sleepy. I haven't had any serious hobbies for a long time, and fashion is obviously not, it's just a make-up class. Later, I got hungry and wanted to eat Starbucks cheesecake, but found that I forgot my wallet.
The next door called me at 6 o'clock and said that I finally finished the revision of my graduation thesis and watched a movie at night.
He was eager to see Toy Story 3, because the reviews on Rotten Tomatoes were very good, and he used to join in the fun.
I can do whatever I want, so I went together.
I went to his house to find him, because I said before that I wanted to buy his second-hand car. He estimated the price online, and I happily agreed. He has only been driving for a year, and the price of the car has dropped so much that he thinks about it. I feel inexplicably excited, this is the first car in my life, although it costs my parents money. The brand is not well known, the model is not my favorite, but the mileage is not high and it is very cheap.
I went to the movie theater I often go to, bought a ticket for 8:55, got two pairs of 3D glasses, went for a walk outside, and saw that I bought three V-neck T-shirts next door.
Our city is a university town, and it is sparsely populated after the summer vacation. I watched Sex and City 2 last week, and there were only three or two cats in the entire hall. Today, TS3 is almost full, and they all bring their families with them. During the process, I don't even know which company brought the baby crying.
The audience applauds twice, once when the toys are rescued from the furnace, and once after the film is over.
I saw little Andy huddled with his toys watching TV, he was eating popcorn and shoving a dinosaur Rex beside him, he turned his head and the popcorn fell.
I remember when I was young.
When I was little, I had a lot of toys, stuffed animals, Barbie dolls, doll houses, and a lot more that I can't remember, in two small cabinets.
I once had a little bear toy that I liked very, very fondly for many years. It was a gray and unremarkable bear. A kind of dark gray that would never appeal to children now, with short hands and feet, no clothes at all, but a light pink ribbon around his neck.
I think the only special thing is that his eyes are a third of the way covered by fur, and he looks sad. When I was a child, I especially liked to see him, I thought he was unique, and that expression had soul. I was watching TV on the sofa with him in my arms. I had to check carefully to see if there was any reflection from the TV in his eyes, because I wanted him to be able to watch my favorite shows too.
Well, I call it him.
I struggled for a long time over whether he was my son or my brother.
I always wanted to give him a name, but felt that none of them were special enough, and there was still no conclusion.
Carefully put him on the pillow every night, he lay on his back, against the top of my head. Because I don't sleep honestly, I'm afraid that he will be knocked off by me when I put it on the pillow. But occasionally he wakes up in the morning and still falls head down on the ground. His legs are in a sitting position, so falling face down on the ground is like repentance, but I am the one who truly repents. Apologizing to him Pick it up and pat it clean.
He is not big and soft. When I held him, I crossed my arms and hugged him, but I felt warm and reassured, as if I was the protected one.
Later, he fell ashes, and my mother put him in the washing machine to wash him. Because he was inexperienced, his hands and feet became loose after washing, and I was sad for a long time.
During that time, I often rubbed his short hand and felt sorry for him.
He is my toy, even if he can really talk and move where I can't see it, and even smoke a cigarette and vomit, by my side, he is just my toy. If I don't cherish him, who else can.
In the movie, Andy's toy's only wish is to be there for him, loyalty is pure and beautiful, without impurities. These toys are crystal hearts and they deserve to be loved.
I don’t know if I also had this awareness when I was young, but I’m glad I didn’t arbitrarily destroy or damage my toys, even those I didn’t particularly like.
I can't remember Mr. Grizzly's original appearance now. I said his ribbon was pink, but the color has faded so badly that I can't identify the original color.
He has been by my side for at least ten years.
Or ten years.
When I first got him, it was only elementary school.
And now, I'm about to have my first car.
Over the years, some things have changed in me and some things haven't.
I haven't held him for a long time, and I don't need him by my pillow any more to fall asleep, but I can still remember how he felt in my arms, warm and soft.
Although now I will no longer have the patience to sit quietly with him and read a book, I will feel troublesome and put him aside.
Just like those phantoms that I have never forgotten, they have become the past in my life, no matter how beautiful, how much I cherish, how much I miss, they are all gone.
Some feelings have passed, old and nostalgic, but can no longer be reproduced.
Andy took his toys to the little girl, and he could clearly articulate the imaginings he attached to these toys, the brave cowboy, the evil Dr. Pig, the happy couple of potatoes...he and the little girl on the grass in the sun Playing the house is like going back to childhood.
But that was only a few hours.
He reluctantly looked at the toys sitting on the steps with the little girl, and finally drove away.
Toys are our first and most loyal friends, we grow up and we go our separate ways.
They used to watch over us like that, keeping our youthful and innocent fantasies. Every toy has a projection of our soul, so clean and pure, we have not been hurt or polluted.
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Well, highlights.
1. Mr. Ken, who has a strong gay atmosphere, I said to the next door after seeing his gorgeous appearance, too gay! Later, when I saw his gorgeous wardrobe, he looked like he was going to die when his clothes were torn off by Barbie, I continued to sigh, really gay! In the end, his pink note and the lovely heart-filled letter convinced me that he and Barbie were actually good sisters, uh huh.
2. The Spanish version of Bass is really cute. Affectionate and passionate, the clothes of space fighters danced tango and it was so joyful. Originally, he and the cowboy girl were only ambiguous, but after the transformation, they immediately upgraded and developed, applauding.
3. The flatbread version of Mr. Potato and Dove became famous! I laughed so hard...
4. The little girl really has love, and her round face is like a doll.
4 Change, the little girl's house was shocked to see a Chinchilla doll, and she would juggle...
5. The toys that had no way to escape in the furnace were holding hands, and I was crying.
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