Finally, when Bonnie reached out to pick up Woody, Andy subconsciously retracted his hand, and I was crying in front of the screen.
My childhood seems to be the same as Andy or other children in the movie, not only with lots and lots of toys, but also lots and lots of imagination. At that time, I would draw and color the cool characters I've seen elsewhere on paper, or draw them directly on colored cardboard, and then cut them out; I don't know if I bought that enlightenment toy that imitated Lego blocks. To the point where my parents thought they had to take coercive measures to stop this behavior in order to save my grades in elementary school; there was also the assembled model of the Three Kingdoms characters similar to Gundam... And the most important thing is that all these things are It can form countless stories in my mind, and I can really make up a series, a movie in an instant, including their life experiences, wonderful adventures, and fights. I would talk to myself all the time, when I was a kid I would tell stories for half an hour when I was lying in bed and even sometimes my parents would stop me (I didn’t sleep well since I was a kid). I still vaguely remember some of those Lenovo expansions and whimsical ideas. A lot of times my parents can't stand it because when they take me on the street I will adapt every new thing to make them a story that doesn't seem to make sense now, even I will make it up out of thin air, anyway I don't have a mouth. stopped...
I think, many boys should be like this when they were young, ("...Your Highness, your sword is very powerful..." "...Coward, I want to duel with you!" "Your ability is not enough to defeat me...") Naughty, mischievous , restless, constantly learning the language seen from various places, like the phrase [Fly to the universe, the vastness! ], how happy and comfortable.
The one difference is that Andy and they have their own favorite toys, and they really grew up playing with them. No less than to say, they are friends, material companions, spiritual friends, children's brilliant, innocent, pure happiness. After the passage of time and the changes of life, Andy said: [They have too much meaning for me. ], the simple profoundness contains full of deep affection.
As for me (and maybe Andy too), I miss myself back then. He is my forever partner in a world that can make me happy, sad, moved, and unforgettable in those rushing years, because I can think of you at any time, just like thinking of you in my life. As easy as some precious companions. But I'm gradually forgetting, forgetting some special thinking, the ability to improvise imaginatively and export it into a story, forgetting the cheerful and lively childhood that was so beautiful and rotten, just like forgetting that holding a partner in the cold weather you and I once The small hands wanted to see if there was any residual warmth.
Andy found a home for his beloved toy, said thank you, and thanked his mates for their consistent company over the decades, and drove off to college and growing up. Now in college, there are too many ordinary, necessary, unnecessary, paralyzing, and mundane things in my eyes and mind. I always say which is great, which is cool, and now I am writing Then again, what could be cooler than being a kid?
So I miss it, I miss it often, and most of the memories that miss brings me are uncontrollable sadness and hurt. So longing, ardent longing, infinite longing, longing that one day I can re-experience that childish and innocent feeling without the slightest worry, longing to see my childhood self again, longing for my incomparably dear friend to hold my hand, we Sitting on the ground, in bed, in the garden, anywhere, sharing fantasies and magical stories that will always be our own…
Of course, the pace of growth is hurried and time flies. At present, the opportunities and splendor of the present and the distance are far more than in the past. How can I dare to hope that my dear friend, you will chase the brilliance of time? You are still a child. You stop there forever, playing alone in a narrow area at the end of time.
In the future, I will laugh, be lost, be calm, be comfortable, and be excited to come to you, and you will stop me happily, because I am the only one visiting you. After wandering we will part again, you will stay on this side, and I will return to the other side of the farthest time from here, and I will say to you dearly, as we have said many times:
Bye bye, mate!
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