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I had just picked up the thick down jacket for the winter, but I was greeted by a sudden attack of cold air.
This feeling of being caught off guard is also in the bitter laughter after learning that oil prices are about to complete the "seven consecutive rises", and "can afford to buy a car, but can't afford to drive" is changing from a joke to a real reality.
Maybe that's life, and that's the most common distinction between this day and that day, to distinguish each day that becomes more and more similar and mechanically boring.
The Spanish animated short film "Similar" today is to use metaphors and satire to show the similar life and increasingly weak interest of modern cities and the adverse impact of this state on children's physical and mental development.
The father is putting a book in a local bag for his child, while the child is playing happily.
The bag became larger and larger, but it changed back to its original appearance in the instant it tightened the strap.
The father threw the bag on the child, and the child was satisfied with the small and heavy bag and sat on the ground.
The father also put on a heavy handbag, and the father and son began the day.
All the buildings and pedestrians in the city are gray and white, and only the father and son have bright colors.
At this time, they passed a lawn surrounded by high-rise buildings, a large tree covered with red leaves, and a person playing the violin under the tree attracted the attention of the child.
The child threw the bag aside, looked at the colored person in front of him, both curious and excited, and unconsciously imitated the action of playing the violin.
The father blocked the school bag in front of the child's eyes and urged him to carry the bag to school.
Father and son waved goodbye.
Father was confronted with stacks of documents that never saw the end in sight, and he operated the typewriter like a machine.
The color on his body gradually disappeared, and like his colleagues around him, he became a gray-white "robot".
The child at school still thinks about what he sees in the morning. He drew the tree and the man on the paper.
The teacher pointed to the English letters and asked him to write them down. Children use their imagination to turn letters into cartoons full of life.
In the evening, the father and son met again, and when they embraced each other, the color of the father's body returned.
The son took his painting and showed it to his father, who only saw that his son did not write the letters according to the requirements, and his expression was a little displeased.
The son also smiled for a moment.
The next day, as yesterday, the child drew the violin during class, and the teacher forced him to finish writing the letters.
After school, father and son embraced each other, but the color of their father's body did not recover. Once again, the father took his son in his arms, and this time the color was finally back.
On the third day, without waiting for the father to pack the bag, the son opened his arms backwards early and waited for the bag to "fall from the sky".
Children absent-mindedly write letters in class, and the letters are horizontal and vertical, which is very ugly. He saw that his classmates around him were writing letters, and there was no color on their bodies.
In the evening, when the father wanted to hug his son, the son gave his father the letters he had written in a lonely mood and walked away.
The child looked at the person who was still playing the violin there, thinking about it, but he couldn't see that the color on the excitement and pleasure of the past had also become grayer.
Another day, when the father went to work, he watched the two letters written by his child, one was a happy and imaginative cartoon letter, and the other was a crooked and perfunctory letter.
Father seemed to think of something.
When the father saw the helpless and lost back again, he took out the picture that his son had drawn and beckoned him to go with him to see the violin player.
This time, however, there was only one tree hanging from the turquoise lawn with red leaves.
The child was disappointed again.
But the father made a surprising move.
He walked up the lawn, stood under the tree, imitated the movement of playing the violin, and immersed himself in the novelty of the air.
The child finally showed a long-lost smile and regained some dim color.
At this time, the father also regained the color of his body. Father and son embraced happily.
The short film ends in such a meaningful embrace.
The animation uses color to refer to the vitality of generations and things, and uses the contrast between children and adults to reveal the boring and mechanical boring of modern urban life.
That little school bag was put into a thick book, and also into the high hopes and expectations of parents, teachers and even the whole society.
But how many people are willing to crouch down and listen to the voices of children, thinking about the devastating blows of these invisible pressures and constraints on the nature of children?
Children's nature is joy and freedom, and their present is our past.
It is only with the accumulation of time and the baptism of years that our hearts gradually mature, our bodies gradually age, our lives gradually become flat, and the full vitality and vitality that children are born with have been exhausted.
In the cycle of "three points and one line" day after day, year after year, what is more rusty than the body is a heart that pursues freedom and fun, and is a childlike unrestrained and happy mood.
Is life really a big pool sprinkled with bleach powder, and we who are thrown into it are rinsed clean, similar to each other, and dull?
No. It's just that we often consciously hide our light and color in life.
Like his father in the short film, seeing his colleagues doing similar work mechanically and tirelessly, he can only make himself one of them to prevent himself from being ostracized, alienated, and abandoned.
Isn't this manifestation of human convergence a passive "inner volume"?
Each of us has a unique sparkle and bright color. Our RGB color values vary and there are no upper and lower bounds.
Together, we have made up this colorful world, and our respective life experiences and connections with each other make up a colorful world.
Life should be colorful, we should all cherish and protect our own colors, and weave a colorful future together.
If you have forgotten your own heart and can't see the colors on your body, then look at the most beautiful and colorful children.
Guarding their brilliant growth and helping their colorful tomorrow, we can definitely re-tune out our own color and light, and find the color that lights up the heart and warms each other's hearts.
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