In the trailer, along with "Farewell to Summer", the steamboat is slowly approaching, the girl raises the flag, and the boy looks back on the boat. The girl pushed open the dusty door, as if stepping into a dusty dream. The whistle sounded, echoing melodiously. The girl accepts the flag, and the boy falls from the sky...
When I watched the trailer last year, I felt like it would be a tearjerker movie. I really watched it, but I didn't cry, just moved.
I won't talk about the plot, it's very bloody, or, in other words, very cliché. If it wasn't for such a young girl, if it wasn't for Hayao Miyazaki, I wouldn't watch it at all. What attracts me is the feeling of first love.
When I saw the sea in the trailer, I felt very, very familiar. I have seen every animation of Hayao Miyazaki and know his style, but the sea in this movie is the first time I feel so familiar.
While watching a movie, I felt more than once that the sea was like me. For this reason, I deliberately stopped several times to look in the mirror...(囧....) I think she is like me. The look between his eyebrows, the way he walks alone, the way he waits for Jun, and the way he hides in the room when he's sad and doesn't want to see anyone. But when I looked in the mirror, I didn't see such an expression on my face... But the more I looked, the more I felt that this was me. How can I feel like I resemble an anime character? Why do you feel this way?
Towards the end of the movie, the melody of "Farewell to Summer" sounded slowly.
"The sparkling ocean, the faint lonely sail, the
love of the whistle, and the long chirping of the whistle,
walking slightly, walking down the gentle
slope , the light of summer, the light wind, the Buddha's face
, the love for you, the song is the song
Lang Lang is high-pitched, whispering in a low voice
, the love for you, The movement is the
gull , soaring high, sailing deep and low
, standing late in the sunset, whispering,
hoping to meet you..." I
don't know who translated the version, which won my heart...
In such a melody, I suddenly thought of the old days. When I was young.
I once liked someone like this, even if I knew that the other person didn't like me, even if I knew that it was impossible to be with him forever, but every time I saw him, I felt infinite joy in my heart.
Just like what Qianhai said to Jun, "Even if we have the same blood, even if we are brother and sister, I will always like you..."
Just like I have silently said to him countless times in my heart, "Even if we can It's good to be friends, even if it's just an ordinary friend, nodding acquaintance, and not a stranger."
Seeing him every day was the happiest thing for me at that time.
The kind of feelings that turn back and forth, the tacit understanding, the look of silent anticipation, the sensitive mood that will be sad because of one look and one movement...
Those happy, sad, excited, moved, determined Yes, the excited look is very similar to me at that time, and also very similar to every young boy and girl in love.
I have also loved someone so unreservedly. For his sake, let's play together. You can practice playing basketball on the playground by yourself after self-study next night. You can also sit shyly in the corner of the basketball court, watch him jump, fight, and then silently leave a bottle of Coke and a pack of tissues. I still remember one day he suddenly caught up, handed me a Coke, and escorted me to the classroom. I must have blushed, I couldn't say anything, and I didn't know where to put my hands, so I held the cold Coke bottle tightly, and my heart was full of happiness. I held the Coke bottle like this and listened to the class for a day. For the first time, I felt that Coke was delicious.
And on Christmas Eve, he gave me an apple. Although he also gave apples to many people, although it is very likely that they were also given to him by others.
However, I still put this apple on the head of my bed, and it smells for a long time every night when I go to bed. The necklace for me, the little note he wrote me on post-it notes, and the two letters he wrote to me after I transferred schools. It's still there, it's still there... Even after I threw away all the love letters written by other people and the love letters written by my real boyfriend, I still keep the ones he gave me...
I cried a lot of times because he didn't know how to hide in bed at night, just because other people said bad things about him and I didn't want to believe it. Since the second year of junior high, the person I fell in love with just because of one look has been in my heart for a long time...In my second year of high school, I suddenly heard that he had come back from another place before the self-study last night, because he was looking for a friend to play. During the time of one class in our class, I was instantly stunned.... I was nervous and excited, and I was restless all the time. However, he was just looking for a girl he liked before to catch up. Then I was at the back of the classroom, watching him talk and laugh with the girl. To be honest, I wasn't jealous of her at all at that time, I just hoped that he would look back at me, and that would be fine... Later, my friends told me that they saw how I looked that night. I feel so sad, sad and lonely... It's
also because I know that I like him so much. The whole universe is super invincible and I like him, so many bad things about him are after a long, long time. My friend dared to tell me. However, it still took me a long, long time to digest it, and then I slowly believed that the person I liked was not so good.
When I was a freshman, a friend sent a text message to talk about his current situation, and suddenly I wanted to contact him. I asked a friend to ask about his phone number, which was stored in the phone for a long time... I thought about many, many ways to send text messages, and wrote a lot of words and deleted them word by word. Finally, one afternoon, after the roommates all went to class, I finally gathered up the courage to send him a text message, saying, are you XX? He asked, who are you? I wanted to pretend to be relaxed and say, "Guess!" or "You don't even know who I am~" or something like that...but in the end, I just returned my name... Even if I didn't see him, even if it was just texting, I was so nervous that my heart was pounding. After waiting as long as a century, he replied, "I'm not the same as I used to be"...I must have cried. I haven't said anything yet, but he already understands, he knows everything. He knew that I liked him, he knew that I had always liked him, he knew that I liked him enough to give up everything, but he didn't even want to do it with me as an ordinary friend. Only once did he take me home after school, hold my hand when crossing the road, and let go immediately after crossing the road. He said he liked me, but since that time, he never held my hand again. He said he couldn't bear to hurt me, but broke up with me on my birthday. Over the years, all he has left me is one mystery after another. He never gave me an explanation, and I shed so many unnecessary tears because of this....
I deleted his phone number and deleted his QQ number, although I never dared to take the initiative to talk to him on QQ chat.
He used to be a restricted area in my life, and the mention of him was silent and sad. However, one day in my sophomore year, when I suddenly thought of him, I found that I no longer felt heartache. Not at all. Then I knew, I gave up completely. Yet I am so sad. Will I still like someone as much as I like him?
How I wish I could live in a dream forever! I never have to wake up, I will always like the boy with pure eyes and a clean smile. As long as I look back at him and smile, my sky will instantly clear up...
On the sea, I see that look again , That kind of mood, that kind of self.... This kind of love can only be at a young age.
Because I never thought about getting anything, I am not afraid of losing anything. Even if you don't get it, it doesn't matter if you lose it.
But if I could do it all over again, I would still love someone like this.
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