From childhood, beauty is lonely. She longed for her father's hug, but her father only hugged her when she checked her body, so every time she was so nervous that her heart was pounding so much that her father thought her heart was not good and didn't let her go to school. I hope there will be a sweet kiss from my mother, but as the principal of an elementary school and a bit nervous, my mother is more likely to appear in front of her as a strict teacher. Lonely children are always full of imagination. She made many good friends in her fantasy. Consult for crocodiles, make records like spreading pancakes, and like to pick up small stones by the roadside. Her world is powerful and rich, where the absurd and the wondrous are the themes. In this way, she grew up alone. Then my mother died, and my father was obsessed with memory or whatever. Really an irresponsible father. When Amelia deliberately visited him, she said that she was pregnant with drugs and alcohol, and had an abortion, but her father just answered "Okay" blankly and didn't listen to what she said at all.
In the year of Princess Diana's death, a falling perfume bottle cap knocked on a movable floor tile in Amelie's apartment and knocked on a new door in her life. There is a small iron box behind the floor tiles. Blow off the dust that has been covered in dust for many years, and open up the memories belonging to a little boy. Models of the Tour de France, various small pictures, glass marbles. In the years, they faded the color, but filled the once forgotten story with more vividness. Amelie struggles to find the owner of the tin box. Lonely children do not lack love and warmth in their hearts. She knew what it meant to a little boy who had grown up. During this process, she saw a lonely and begging old man who was blind at the station, saw the fruit shop owner always trying to be mean to his apprentice who lost an arm, and saw a man whose bones were as fragile as glass lived under the opposite window. The old man, saw the landlady all day reminiscing about her lover who had lost love and died in the war, the nervous Zoji in the Double Windmill Cafe, the guests who were extremely concerned about ex-girlfriends and were extremely suspicious, etc. Of course, there is also the boy Nino who once accompanied her in her lonely time. Once, he was bullied at school, and she was lonely at home. In the windows facing each other, the two children used mirrors to reflect the sunlight on each other's windows. This silent companionship has become the only warm light in each other's lives. Growing up, he seemed to have forgotten that girl. But she still remembers. She knew that he liked to collect bad photos that others had thrown away, and to pick up his lost albums. She saw the same person inside, often taking pictures of herself at different times. She guessed that maybe he was someone who was afraid of getting old and wanted to record his appearance at any time. Maybe he is a ghost who likes to make "woo~~" in the girl's ear. So returned the tin box; tidied up the mean fruit shop owner; forged a letter to the landlady to convince her that her lover loved her to death and regretted her empathy; for the coffee After they've matched up in the museum and asked her father's dwarf to travel around the world to send back postcards, Amelie's next goal is to find the mysterious man for Nino. The old man with frail bones saw everything with his binoculars. He told Aimee that he had been painting for many years, but he could not always draw a girl. This girl is always upset. She has done so much for others, but nothing for herself. She was afraid to express herself and dared not take that step. But if she doesn't seize the opportunity, one day her heart will become as dry and dry as his bones. So Amelie finally bravely and timidly took a step towards Nino. She knew that the mysterious person was just a machine repairman. When she thought everything was over and was about to retreat into her loneliness, the old man encouraged her again. She decides to chase after Nino. The moment she opened the door, she found Nino watching her tenderly at the door.
What a beautiful fairy tale. This is the most beautiful fairy tale I have ever heard. There are no princesses and no princes. I'm just a lonely girl with low self-esteem, and you are just an ordinary boy. We have similar childhoods and experiences. We are all ordinary people. The boy's occupation is an amusement park ghost actor, an adult video salesman, and a Santa Claus in the park. My daily hobbies are listening to other people's funny laughter and collecting photos discarded by others. How incompatible with the dream of a girl, how ordinary it is not even a beautiful and moving fairy tale. But because of your kindness, because I know how peaceful and warm your heart is. Just because you are you, that's all. Regardless of the outcome, whether it will intersect with you or not, whether you can go on. Don't know everything about you, don't know if you have a girlfriend. Loving is a simple thing in itself. met, and then moved. Even if you know it's not suitable, you know it's impossible, but you still can't control yourself, and you still like it bravely and persistently. This is the most primitive emotion of human beings. It is the most beautiful and true love.
You say, this is just a moth to a flame. Knowing that the ending will be reduced to ashes, why are you still persistent?
I say because this is a one-time life. Because some people are irreplaceable. Because this person no longer makes you grow in pain, but regresses back to the purest and most beautiful age, and is willing to believe in all good and hopeful things. Because you like this person, you don't like others anymore. Because when you look at this person, the whole world goes quiet and fades into the background.
There is no such thing as a one-time life. If there is no chance to fly a moth into a flame, it will be so dull and depressing. If you don't give it a try, how will you know if it's a moth to the flame or a phoenix to nirvana? What's more, you are not a moth, how do you know, is it more willing to exchange for a chance to burn to splendor than a mediocre and bleak life?
There is a song sung like this: You are a thousand piles of snow and I am Changjie / I am afraid that when the sunrise arrives, they will disintegrate each other / Watch the butterflies fluttering to the end of the world / Who has the right to not understand / You are a letter and I am the postman / Finally A pair of feet to make dust / too busy to escort too late to open / the perfect world inside / without you and my chord / but there is an end line / yellow leaves will fly away this fate / in the end can only say goodbye.
And I modified it: you are a thousand piles of snow and I am a long street, even if the sunrise hugs will dissolve. Even if the butterfly can't fly to the end of the world, no one is willing to blame. You are a letter and I am the postman. Reading it is the most beautiful explanation. Even knowing that the yellow leaves will fly far away, after experiencing the splendor, it is ridiculous to say goodbye.
Without you, the beautiful scenery of the good time, who would I tell you?
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