Ai All of Millie's little thoughts, the small and childish world she created, made us quietly fascinated.
We use our imagination to spell out those infinite fantasy spaces and places, small and inadvertent thoughts in our life, and we gain a sudden detachment-like joy and a sense of being in that other-dimensional world.
I saw the bright bursts of color from the positive to the negative, I saw the tall green monster with Emily's mouth ripped open, and I saw the fluffy hair and rigid eyes of her parents. Emily's tiny body is sitting on the brown table, her tiny arms and legs are so cute. At the beginning of the film, there are "little" events that jump around peacefully but so magnificently. Her parents have their own "little" interests and "little" hobbies, and their delicate feelings are quietly buried in the background of these infinitely magnificent and splendid Paris. Li Shenyou's brilliant background, start your Shenyou, Emily.
The little Kodak camera, the TV antenna that pulls out the neighbor's football, the brown house and the bright garden yard, there are no children to play with Emily, but she gets the mysterious and decisive fantasy time of her own creation, we know it will be infinite Joy and the ability to faint.
The little bear at the door is beside the white railing. The winter and summer are coming, and Emily has grown up, the waitress of Double Mill Coffee. The colors are still as gorgeous as they used to be, and we are experiencing the same amazing adventures in our lives. Emily is undoubtedly joyful, she is sensitive, kind, and full of childish fantasies that remember everything. The calm and gentleness of the glass old man, the low light and shadow of the sloping window eaves. The typical French wife who is waiting for her husband's love, the small perfect geometric wine glass, the melancholy French jazz husband... She does her plans carefully and interestingly, and she travels the world with the Christmas villain , she used those delicate paper pages to spliced out that eternally affectionate letter, she recorded a video tape with hazy light and shadow for the glass old man, she molested the mean fruit shop owner... Her heart is "kind" "And "interesting" has become her version of life, the Paris train station is full of magical charm in her figure, the incomplete portrait in the snapshot shop, that thick album book, also, living in a dream" He's also a man full of fantasies about the world, and they chase and run like this, and Montmartre becomes the last playground...that's the cutest and most delicate part of Emily's girl.
We saw "he" coming with a green plastic bag, the spliced snapshot note clipped to the motorcycle yesterday took him to the bottom of the pure Sacred Heart Church, Emily waited anxiously, she knew He will come. A distant phone call, let "him" walk along the blue arrow she carefully drawn, from the stairs to the high ground, and then to the bronze-green statue, the statue winks at him mischievously, and the child will come over to remind , the telescope pointed far into the small suitcase of the motorcycle, and the snapshot booklet that "he" had been looking forward to was put into his suitcase. Emily made a big joke with him. That Emily, who was wearing an Indian turban and sunglasses, was still making phone calls in unease and panic. The palpitation and suddenness of love filled everything with a relaxed and romantic atmosphere, and we laughed knowingly.
The ending of the movie is peaceful and beautiful. Dad, who has always been reluctant to go out, goes on a trip because of the faint photos of Santa Claus. The frustrated writer jumps in the verses on the wall, and the decadent romantic atmosphere of Paris is strong. The simple man , the mean vegetable and fruit store owner, the silent glass painter, everything is so kind and full of special affinity.... Emily finally met "him" in a happy way, and the scooters are full of Paris streets. The picture of the wind, Emily's happy smile, I remember it in front of me, and secretly play back all those wonderful pictures of her in my heart, I know that I can remember those beautiful little thoughts of her, and I smiled happily again.
We just have to spend such a sweet, fanciful time in silence like this, don't we? ?
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