I inadvertently watched a movie called April Story, a beautiful Japanese love movie. In fact, I don't know why it is called April Story, but I still seem to understand it, maybe in Japan, April is a beautiful season. The heroine is very beautiful, played by Matsu Takako, watery eyes, a feeling of pity for the jade, maybe she is an image that this movie wants to explain, see the end, it is true. The tone of the movie has no ups and downs, unlike action movies or science fiction films, giving people infinite surprises and imaginations, nor like those vigorous love movies, there are lives and deaths, it is very plain, like a cup of boiled water, tasteless, but it is recording all kinds of colors around us, for love, for faith, for the persistent depiction in the heart, true and indispensable. The heroine is very simple, but the other side is also very silly, but for this kind of stupidity, in today's real society, how many people are left to have that temperament? I'm afraid it's harder than digging for gold~ She came to Tokyo from far away Hokkaido to attend an ordinary university, and when everyone asked her why you wanted to come to this university, she didn't make a big fuss, but with a shy expression, she remained silent, and what remained was that reservedness. She rents a house alone, happily knows her neighbors, even if her neighbors are wary of her, she also smiles, and takes the initiative to invite neighbors to her house and eat together ~ perhaps, that is nothing, perhaps, that is also proving what ~ For the heroine, the happiest thing every day is to go to a small bookstore far from the house where she lives, but for her, when she goes to the bookstore, she does not seem to be seriously reading books, but trying to find a few books at random, to pay at the cash cabinet, She would ask the saleswoman when she was on duty and when she was on vacation. When I first saw this, I wondered why she was running tirelessly to that little bookstore every day, or did she just want to buy books and work part-time? Is there any secret to that bookstore? Slowly, the secret also surfaced ~ ~ it turned out that the person she liked was working part-time there. She likes him, from high school, she had a crush on him, from high school, until she went to the same university as him, she still loved him deeply ~ ~ For her, it is a kind of happiness to see him, but how long can this happiness last? When the senior checked out for her at that bookstore and accidentally found that she was studying at the same university as him, the senior just sighed, we are actually from the same university! But does he know that she deliberately entered this university for him, deliberately inquired where he is now ~ ~ she did not pursue anything, she did not ask him for a phone call, when she could talk to the senior she had a crush on for a long time, she was already very satisfied, perhaps, the feelings are so wonderful, even if it is torturing you, you still feel that you are happy, you are worth paying for it. The first time after a few years of absence, it was in the background of the downpour, the one she only had a red umbrella, the senior wanted to borrow her, she refused, saying that her home was nearby, and rushed back on the bicycle. Halfway through, she had been drenched like a chicken in the soup, and saw an uncle without an umbrella to go back, she actually ran to the bookstore again, borrowed from the senior, lent to the uncle again, maybe at that time she was happy ~ ~ because, she was drenched in rain, happily pedaling bicycles, disappeared into the street where no one was... The movie ends like that, I don't know the ending, whether the girl finally confessed to her senior, everything is unknown, but sometimes doomed to a known ending. The clearest thing is her truth, the truth of love, that attachment, how many people will have it? A netizen left a film review of this movie, so the first sentence is so unforgettable "crush, is gorgeous torture." "Crush is really torture, but it's always gorgeous as a premise. Youth is originally like this, life is like this, vigorous is not all, sometimes, simple and plain is the truth of life. Touching the beating heart with your hand is rhythmic, but it is not strong and loses its regularity, and that feeling is only in the heart, taking root in the heart, blossoming, bearing the most beautiful fruit, stored in your memory, it is warm, who will care whether it is lost or possessed, and so are feelings. As long as it is good in the heart, it is enough. Faint, April. Come gently but not violently, with a touch of warmth, sprinkled in your heart.
