had lunch with My Neighbor Totoro a few days ago, and only mentioned this movie because she was the queen of her family.
What's interesting is that in Tracy's shop, there are several DVD covers of Chinese movies posted on the cashier counter. I want to watch them.
The son is not a fish, and the son is not me. Those of us "sons" cannot comment on Tracy and her mother, friends, brothers, stepfather, ex-du... Each of us has no right to comment on the lives of others.
To be honest, if we don't bother and trouble others, it's already very difficult.
How tangled, painful, and sinking is the little fish Tracy in it?
The hopes and dreams she had had were drowned one by one by reality and her surroundings.
After watching this movie, I seem to particularly want to smoke, take drugs, and particularly want to degenerate.
It's the kind of particularly heartache, maybe for Xiaoyu, maybe for a friend, maybe for myself.
If you have a way and a choice, you will also go the other way.
The singing of children is very beautiful. It doesn't matter if you are a believer or not, whether you have any faith or not. Sometimes it’s like that. When you walk into a church and hear a child’s singing, your whole heart suddenly becomes empty, and all your thoughts and reality can be forgotten. Listening to the lyrics carefully, tears flow out unconsciously.
The good thing is that at the end of the film, when you feel that Xiaoyu, brother and Qian Dute are hopeless, they walked to the beach together.
For a moment, it seemed that there was no more trouble. The sea does have that kind of charm. After watching this movie, do you really want to go to the seaside? Want to go to Australia?
At its worst, it's really no big deal. It's at the bottom anyway, and there is no worse time than now.
Bless the little fish.
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