So I started to miss, miss the sweetness of a lollipop. Those colorful pictures remain in the room that has disappeared.
- "Afternoon"
This year is the twenty-third year of my life. In the tenth year of my life, I went to the cinema of the Fuzhou Workers' Cultural Palace to watch this Disney 3D animation, "Toy Story" dubbed by the above translation. The stereo effect at that time was not very good, the reverberation was too loud and deafening, but I was attracted by the plot and lines, but I laughed out loud in my seat as if no one else was there, and my mother, who was watching with me, frowned and never wanted to. Watch action movies and cartoons with me. Too noisy, she said.
It was the first 3D animated feature film that Disney and Pixar collaborated on, and the first 3D cartoon I ever watched. Shanghai Translation Factory's translations are always so funny and classic. I still remember the lines of Woody and Bass - "It's not flying, it's just falling beautifully." "Fly to space, the universe is infinite!" Although Bass in the film finally realized that he was not a hero who came from outer space to save the earth, I was extremely convinced at the time that there really is such a distant planet with my fantasy space base and universe on it. The spaceship, of course, Woody and Buzz were there too... At that time, the Xinhua Book City on Jintai Road in Fuzhou had Toy Story models for sale, denim Woody, the alien visitor Buzz, Shepherdess, Mr. Egghead ...all the protagonists. I stalked me several times, but my mother didn't agree, and I didn't buy it in the end. I still feel very sorry. If I bought them at the time, I would never have lost them, I would have treasured them well, just like other toys in my house, after so many years, half of them are still in the box in the old home and half on the display case in the new home.
Later, the comic strip "Toy Story" came out, which was officially published by Disney and China Post and Telecommunications Press (if I remember correctly). At that time, this hardcover comic book was not cheap. My father bought it for me in a small bookstore on Fahai Road. The bookstore is very shabby, with wooden houses and wooden facades. But that book is really beautiful, and I keep it all the time now, but it's a pity I haven't read it for a long time. Time flies really fast, and in a flash, thirteen years have flown away. I used to believe so seriously back then that my toys would jump out of the toy box in the dead of night and hold a dance party on the bedroom floor, although I was still writing fantasy novels and watching the June 1st party, but in the After an hour or two, I was back in the real world. Toys are toys after all, even if you say "Open Sesame" to them a hundred times, they won't come alive and dance and smile at you.
My toy collection, which lasted until college. From the first set of LEGO models my uncle gave me, to the Q-version Gundam that my mom and dad sold me, and then to the domestic Baogao building blocks, the three Barbie dolls that the Barbie agent in Fuzhou gave me because they helped me set up the counter ... more and more toys, but less and less time to play with them. When I assembled the toys by hand, I was horrified to find that I no longer knew how to play with them. I still remember in the past, just a group of virtual mobile suits could weave an American blockbuster plot, but now, the whole set of toys is still there, just a decoration in my room. What a terrifying thing to do, with shelves full of toys, smiling brightly, like a series of dead years. I naively thought that I would always have a childlike innocence, but now I know that we, all of us, cannot escape time.
Time can really change everything.
In the past thirteen years, the small street outside the Cultural Palace, with wooden houses and brick-concrete buildings on both sides, has become a flat road paved with cement.
The bookstore that bought the "Toy Story" comic strip has long since been demolished and razed to the ground with the renovation of Fahai Road, and now there is no trace of it. I just learned a few days ago that the Zhongnun Road Primary School, where I used to study, has demolished the old teaching building where we have been studying for six years, and is going to build a new house.
Some people's feelings are really unclear. When I walked through the streets outside the Palace of Culture, I always frowned and covered my nose, feeling that it was broken and dirty, and I wished it would be demolished as soon as possible. But it was really demolished, but it felt like a piece of something had been dug out of my heart, and it was empty. I still remember the old building of Qunzhong Road Primary School. The concrete steps of the stairs were polished by the footsteps of countless children, and there were gaps, but they were so kind. Of course, I also remember what Fahai Road looked like back then. The wooden house, the shop with the door panel, and the market smell of shrimp oil and dry goods around it, but it looked so warm. The house is gone, the memory is there; the street is gone, the details are all in the heart. Mr. Tong Zirong, who dubbed Woody in "Toy Story", retired, and it would be difficult to hear his gorgeous Zorro accent as the main theme of the movie in the future. At that time, I didn't know who Tong Zirong was, but the phrase "it's not flying, it's just falling beautifully" can be remembered for a lifetime.
People always have to grow up, and growing up sometimes is not just a happy thing. Depression and sentimentality are inevitable. The city is getting newer and the people are getting older, but I believe that there are always some memories that are eternal. Such as "Murder on the Nile", such as "Manhunt", such as "Robocat", such as "Toy Story". They have become the collective memory of our generation, and even generations of people.
Those colorful pictures remain in the room that has disappeared. This is a lyric I wrote a while back, probably in high school. Now ask me to write such a sentence, I can't write it.
The room is gone, the memory is still there. Time will always flow away, but the classics will last forever. Really excellent movies will not be forgotten by people because of the grinding of time, do you think so?
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Another ten years have passed, and I will be thirty-three in the second half of this year. Went to the cinema to see "Toy Story 4" and cried.
I probably don't really believe that toys can come to life without their owners noticing, and when I watched the first movie in the series, I really believed Buzz Lightyear was from aliens - that was a series of movies Things you can't believe in the toys.
Woody and shepherdess meet again, but parting comes soon. He saw a wider and more beautiful world, and he was determined to pursue the unknown and his dreams, even if it meant that he might never see Buzz Lightyear, Mr. and Mrs. Egghead, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and other companions who had accompanied him for many years. . Woody's choice is like a young man who left his hometown and small town to work hard in a big city.
Pixar ends the film with a celebration of dreams without presenting a flawless world. The shepherdess's arm was broken and taped, just as we inevitably get hurt in life, and life itself always seems unfulfilling. Woody accepts the trauma and disability of his lover, and he grows up.
This is probably not a film that children can fully understand. However, it may be a good thing for children to try to get closer to the essence of life in the theater in this less cruel way.
A lot has happened since the words in front of the dividing line were written. I joined an amateur drama club, attended a book club, got diabetes, my grandfather passed away, and later, a close friend of mine also passed away. Life has given me light and blows, but I still want to believe that the world is a beautiful place. It might seem a little silly, but I think one has to be a little silly to get on with life.
A few days ago, I attended the funeral ceremony for the ashes of my deceased friend, and when I saw him, who used to be tall and chatty, turned into a blue-and-white porcelain urn, my heart skipped a beat, but my mood was relatively calm. I realized that, like it or not, I had come to terms with him leaving.
Children will always grow up, and there will always be people in life who leave. Only this vast world is like an endless carnival, and there are always surprises waiting for us to discover.
"Life will go on, happiness will happen, and we will all be fine."
These are the closing words of my eulogy to my deceased friend, and a promise to him. It must be good, although it will be difficult. Only good ones can be worthy of the blessings of walking in this world.
Those people and things that I once loved and cared about, but eventually left and lost, may all stay in the disappeared room after all. They are no longer around me, and they will be forever in my memory.
Perhaps, in the memory, in that vanishing room, the meaning of our existence and the existence of all things in the world is written.
Everything that has been loved with heart will not be easily forgotten after all.
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