If you're lying behind the screen watching a movie with your loved ones at the moment, congratulations on getting a perfect winter start. Although I don't know which movie sweet you are huddled up with now, I would like to recommend to you this movie about crush that is very suitable for watching with lovers on winter nights - "Love Letters".
I've wanted to write this recommendation about Love Letters for a long time, but I've been procrastinators for a long time without writing, and this time I found a reason, long and concise, that is, I broke up with my boyfriend. Just before the winter. I used to write articles to share my thoughts with you, but this time I was selfish, I wrote this article specifically for him, because he can see it, I also want him to see it, and I know that he will definitely come to see it.
These days, I have been trying to search for good memories of when I was with him, and when I was immersed in love, I felt that I and him were so compatible, as if they were a match made in heaven, until I calmed down after the breakup and found that the two of us were actually not the same at all. In addition to the fact that we have lived together in recent years, it is really difficult to find any more intersections. Finally, this road came to an end a few days ago, and after some time of overlapping, our two lines, which were not parallel, began to disperse toward two points that did not know where the end was. How hard I tried to catch it all, only to find that it was like the line of a kite, and the more I grasped it, the farther it flew.
Let's talk about something fun, and when it comes to the memories we both have, that is, we used to talk about this movie together. I remember that day was a lot of fun, we both had a little drink, and you whispered in my ear that you've seen this movie many times, the kind that goes over and over again, just because you really like it. Ridiculously, it just so happens that I am too, for the same reasons as you, I don't know why, but just like it. We are immersed in the tear-jerking section of "Love Letters" together, everyone is crying, but in fact, the tears are shed for themselves. And Fujii trees, it is nothing more than a jar of wind oil essence next to them or a sad narration in the FM of the radio station.
Crush is like a slender shadow, can't see clearly, so it seems particularly mysterious. And once separated, the two lines of mutual admiration are far away from each other, but it is equivalent to hurting each other, and the result is that a broken kite is destined to float quietly into the sky. The time of crush is beautiful, so we will go out of our way to narrate our youth with the people next to us. If it is still possible that I want to go back to the old days, back to the years that belonged only to the two of us, only the two of us, there is not so much pressure that belongs to adults, the two of us talk together every day about those non-marginal topics, only my own wild ideas, I recommend you a movie to watch, you said to me that I must read that book when I have time. Then in the quiet light, quietly stay...
That's good, alas.
In the film, Hayana Ohi tells Fujii, who she has always had a crush, that the stories of boys and girls are always repeated. In fact, this is very good, our real life people will continue to repeat our own stories, and the person in the story, again and again, repeat again and again. For the tree, the meaning of Fujii's existence is not like the first love, but the bond in the bottom of the heart. As a result, she stopped and surrounded herself in a daze and was still able to retain those pure white and beautiful stories. Thinking back to the first time I opened the movie "Love Letters" it was almost ten years ago, if you count the intermittent times, almost ten times. Some of the bridges are unforgettable and I think I will remember for a lifetime. For example, when she is sick, she has to lie on the bed of the tree and Hiroko, who stands in the snow, the two people call each other "how are you" at a time, and then answer loudly, "I am fine." Another example is the borrowed book card inserted behind "Reminiscing like a watery year", and the yellowed sketch with raw brushstrokes but full of beautiful smell.
What kind of thing is love, inexplicable but seemingly close to us. We don't want to get old, we all want to stay in the best age of 20, but we can't help it, we are all moving towards 30, we want to stay away but inevitably close. Each of us has had feelings and the line that has been wrapped around us.
At the end of every relationship, when every kite dies with the wind, we are convinced that we must have understood the true meaning of love this time, and we are convinced of it. But the next time we start a new relationship, we find ourselves still the trapped lost.
Although "Love Letter" is a movie about crush, after watching it so many times, I feel that the plot of love letters is actually not as simple as we think, and every time I try to explain what the love letters are about, I find it a little too difficult to rely on my own sluggish brushstrokes and chaotic logic to tell her thoroughly.
For example, Fujii's crush on the tree and his love for Hiroko; for example, the tree's admiration for Fujii and his sympathy for Hiroko; such as Hiroko's concern for Fujii and his expectations for the tree... These relationships look the same, but in reality each one is different. The thick sense of complexity permeates the mist and greenness of the whole scene, and this feeling is unclear and unclear. It's like looking at the deep sea without seeing the bottom of the sea, full of countless debris, but quietly watching these broken things, you only feel the purity of the sea, and your heart contains endless love, what a wonderful thing.
Our lives are actually similar to the stories in "Love Letters". On the surface, it is bright and simple, but in fact the depths are full of scars and vulnerabilities; on the surface it is heavy and bitter, but in fact, dreams and hopes have always been on the road. For these, we don't know which day can be achieved, which day can be successful, we can only live each day that belongs to us in a down-to-earth manner, and then pray with our hearts that we can get better quickly.
When I think about it, I suddenly seem to wake up to the fact that we are so similar to them in "Love Letters" that we can even live in one world. We are both adult social animals living in the present, as well as teenagers living in the past and Hiroko and trees. The road ahead of us now seems out of reach, but one day it will be stepped on by us, and at that time the present moment will become the past. It's childish to say, but it's really something that makes us happy.
At night, my stomach grumbled with hunger, I opened the refrigerator to find something to eat, and suddenly I was crying lonely again. But in fact, the refrigerator is even more lonely than mine, with only one egg and half a bag of knife-cut noodles, and a jar of condensed milk that may have been put into the present in the spring, and there is nothing else. You bought the eggs and knife-cut noodles, I bought the condensed milk, and I haven't added a single thing to the refrigerator in the past few days.
I think of the time I was also a woman who loved to make small snacks. Isn't it nice to make a crab meat roll sushi that you feed yourself? Is the cappuccino brewed at home quite similar to Starbucks? Is there still a kiwi flavor in the grilled steak specially learned for you? I thought that I had been painting your head picture all the time, but I couldn't always draw it clearly; two people curled up in the bed together to read Friends, and a dish from a dilapidated shop, every year.
I want to wear a dress that doesn't smell of you, but I find that all the clothes I can wear are all bought by you; I think of sometimes plucking up the courage to shout that I want to throw away everything related to you, but I find that I have nothing in this way, so I have to silently put the sneakers and glasses back in place. When I do this, I should be in the same mood as Fujii. Specially pick those books that are not borrowed by others to borrow, just because I don't want the name of the lover to be with all sentient beings, every carefully written word is to be able to lock the love firmly and lock it in "Remembrance of the Watery Years".
But "Love Letters" teaches us everything about youth, those touches, sorrows, lamentations, shocks, hysterias — the meaning of these gestures is to grow. Everyone has been trapped in the emotions of youth, because there is always a place in the depths of our souls that cannot resist the sadness. And for the sudden appearance of emotion, I will tell myself that this is a pretense or a nothingness, which will prevent me from getting better and better. But every time I compromise with myself, because that's what I need. When I open "Love Letters", I will directly pull to those few palpitating paragraphs and then say to myself in my heart that I want to grow and I will grow, although I will still remember and grieve, but all of this is still for growth.
It's hard to do all this, but otherwise how can it be called life, we have no choice, so I suddenly understand all this again. Shi Kang said that people love to remember youth, because in addition to people have a youth that can be recalled, they have nothing else to hand, people's spiritual ability ends in adolescence, and physical ability goes downhill, youth has become the highest moment of life, and the happiness behind is just a repetition and imitation of youth, and the taste and youth are not consistent.
The reason why people like gender relations is because in every relationship in society, only the relationship can bring them a novelty and pleasure that is close to adventure. So if a bond and a love affair can also be counted as a relationship between the sexes, then I am in favor of him. Because although I can't get out of this relationship for a while, it doesn't hinder my expectations and visions for the future, and all my efforts to do it. I had to jump up in the air, I had to look at the world outside the narrow alley. Instead of repeatedly pleading, redeeming, and crying over and over again.
I thought about these points alone for a long, long time, and I could understand The loud cries of Miho Nakayama in the snow, the frightening smile of the green Kashiwara Takashi in front of the bicycle, the wisdom of Yuji Toyokawa, and the sad eyes of Yoshiki Sakai.
To understand this is to understand the whole world.
Destined to be missed, perhaps because of separation, perhaps because of growth, perhaps because of the rare and normal thing of birth, old age, illness and death. That love letter from Hiroko, with a desperate fluke mentality, but involved a moving story. After all, the living can't let go, when Hiroko holds the male Fujii's commemorative book helplessly and unwillingly crying, I want to hug her and tell her that everyone has memories, don't cry. So when she cried frantically in the snow to say goodbye to the male Fujii, I cried and rejoiced for her.
I think, even if it is a long time. Maybe when I get old, I will still remember this day, this day I sat in front of the computer screen for a long time, repeatedly recalling, repeatedly wandering, repeatedly firm, and then repeatedly imprinted. On the last day of my life, I suddenly looked back and found that you were still there waiting for me.
The smile was the same as before.