There are two seasons of spring in a year, one season is in our hearts, and one season is exactly now.
At that time, the light quietly moved towards April, and the spring day came silently beside us, the bright sunshine sprinkled on the flying willows, and the gentle willow wind blew through the green water to disperse the chill when it was warm and cold, and the spring colors bloomed and colorful.
At such a time of spring, how can you not be accompanied by a movie, boil a pot of water, make a cup of tea, and slowly walk quietly through this bright spring light with light and shadow in the brightness of spring.
Shunji Iwai's "April Story" may be a good movie for watching in the spring.
Yukizuki, a 17-year-old schoolgirl, must have loved spring, and on that day she came from Hokkaido alone to study at Musashino University in Tokyo, facing a strange metropolis, a strange life, and an unfamiliar environment.
The green moon, like the april of her name (卯月 in Chinese is February, japanese is April) generally carries with it the kind of clear harmony that belongs to the spring day.
The story begins in Hokkaido, where spring snow remains, and in the voice of the family, a white hand holds the glass of the car window and slowly walks into the distance.
Along with the slowly paved piano board, the rain of flowers flying in the sky is scattered at a speed of five centimeters per second, and in a cherry blossom stream, a truck slowly drives through the streets of Tokyo.
On the side of the car, the bride in a white and dirt-free wedding dress walked by, as if blending with the cherry blossoms falling in the spring.
The car stopped in front of a house, the staff came forward and knocked on the door, and our heroine left the country for the first time in the film.
Plain coat, white socks, simple long skirt, the girl looks up, her eyes are full of the poetry of spring.
Yukino, a freshman at Musashino University who has just arrived in Tokyo, is a little shy, and she often looks back at others with a slight uneasiness and then smiles politely like a shy deer in the lush spring forest, but she is overwhelmed by the loss of the road, but she shows a bright smile after finding safety.
Perhaps because of this, she would be at a loss to help when the workers were busy, and she would be asked when she introduced herself: "Why did you choose Musashino University instead of another family?" and dye her face crimson.
It's all like us who are just starting out in society.
Fortunately, the girl seems to be very fond of living alone in a different place. She likes to carry a black school bag and ride an old-fashioned car through the streets of Tokyo with three inches of spring light and cherry blossoms falling five centimeters per second.
She bought books in a bookstore with a strong taste of the ancient, sat alone on a bench and read carefully with birdsong, she watched old movies in the cinema, she learned to fish, she learned to cook curry rice in her house, and life was as plain as spring with a touch of tranquility.
Without the warmth of summer, the melancholy of autumn and the bones of winter, the life of a young girl is like spring.
Only the stubble that appeared from the bookstore clerk, the girl's calm eyes showed a hint of uneasiness and haste, confirming the look, did she meet the person she was looking for?
Just as a spring breeze crosses the lake to bring a little sadness to the idyllic spring day, the idyllic story also ripples with this encounter.
That was the heart of the girl fawn bumping into it.
In the past, they met occasionally at school events, Yamazaki senior, handsome senior, guitar player, excellent senior...
Some people say that girlish feelings are always poetry, but Yue Yue, who has a poetic feeling, only dares to look at his figure from a distance, watching the senior catch the train to Tokyo and gradually drift away.
Therefore, the girl who had an ordinary grade did everything and came to Tokyo just to attend the same school as Yamazaki.
Therefore, when the girl was asked why she chose Musashino University, she could not tell why;
Therefore, the young girl repeatedly went to the cinema to watch the old movie, because the male protagonist of the movie had the same name as the senior;
So the girl lingered in the bookstores on the streets of Tokyo over and over again, because she heard that the senior was working in the bookstore...
Perhaps, each of us has such a heart of our own.
Like a guy, like his laugh, like his coat.
His appearance, his appearance, his temperament...
The most important thing is that there is the youthful heart of his youth...
Spring rain, dripping at the end of the film.
The rain was so heavy that the girl had to run back to the bookstore to borrow an umbrella from the senior, who also recognized Yuye.
Ordinary but beautiful, maybe this is the joy of youth.
Crush on a one-man show, I like you but it has nothing to do with you. I only hope to get a greeting after the long-lost reunion, I don't know you.
"Is the senior still in the band?"
"No, how would you know?"
"You're famous."
"Is it?"
"For me, yes."
The umbrella is broken, it is red, the red broken umbrella...
In the rain, the girl holding the broken red umbrella, how bright the smile, how happy...
I like Shunji Iwai's "April Story", a 67-minute movie with a plot so simple that it can be summed up in one sentence.
At least two minutes to say goodbye to relatives at the beginning, at least 4 minutes to move, at least 3 minutes for classmates to introduce themselves, at least 5 minutes to watch black-and-white movie footage in the movie theater...
It is not until the end of the film that yosuke Eguchi plays a senior who appears in the film.
But when the girl rides a light bicycle and walks through the streets of Tokyo in the cherry blossom stream, all the beauty is revealed.
Perhaps it is precisely because April in the spring is like the one-man show of a crush, clear, simple, warm, beautiful, even if there is no small emotion is so cute.
Maybe each of us has such a feeling in our hearts, and we all have such a bright spring,
When the spring breeze blows again, when the spring rain blows again, will you still think of the bright spring light that belongs to your heart?