Mr. Miyazaki is an era for me, and I can't imagine the passing of an era, because I will be very sad. Growing up watching Ghibli animation, I was touched by the characters inside, and I had the same favorite "Thousand Miles and Thousands of Miles" with my friends, and I analyzed my friends as: Don't forget yourself, don't forget your original heart. "Hal's Moving Castle" is also an anime that I have watched many times, and I really like it, probably because of romance. ("Goldfish on the Cliff" I didn't like the fire of the previous period of simply intercepting the clip of Ha Yo and Sosuke, which made me feel disrespectful, because I liked this anime... ）
Many of our generation's childhoods were inseparable from Miyazaki's animations, and on the way back to my hometown yesterday, I didn't even get motion sickness, so I looked out the window at the faces of the simple people in my hometown, felt their enthusiasm, felt the breeze (the wind swayed, the flowers fell on my face) hanging from the hanging net of a relative's house hanging from a tree full of longan flowers, and fell asleep. When I woke up and looked at the flowers on my body, I remembered those animations, which were really healing and very comfortable (and also liked Hisaishi and Ryuichi Sakamoto).
Friends who have time can delve into Princess Mononoke. This work carries some of Miyazaki's profound thoughts, exploring the contradictions between man and nature, between people, and the impact of industrial civilization, even if trying to restore by human beings, can not really return. Although no specific solution to the contradiction has been reached, there is the phrase "live" with all your might.
When I was a child, I sat in the back seat of my bicycle, looking at the huge Fa Tong that covered the sky, the walls of the Republic of China buildings, the modern buildings of high and low, and the endless cables flowing backwards, often fantasizing about becoming a beast, stretching out my limbs and running to the wall and roof. The car stopped at the intersection, and the fantasy beast flew out of the sky with its wings.
I also have a deep affection for the city where I am located, so when some sections of the road were cut down for building subways, I felt as if there was nowhere to go, the city was moving forward with the times, and the original could not go back. The past and hometown are shrank in the brain, camera and notebook manuscript. The white light of school or the golden light of school shattered all the way through the canopy, and at the end of the intersection of the line of sight and road was the greenery of the tung cage, these scenes, if recalled, accidentally brought with them the temperament of Hayao Miyazaki's animation.
When I went to Tokyo, I went to the museum of Ghibli, which was also designed by Mr. Hayao Miyazaki, and there are many shadows of his animations, Totoro, Castle in the Sky, Valley of the Wind, and Spirited Away. Walking through that museum is like walking through that wonderful world, I really have a deep feeling, the whole viewing begins with an animated short film made by Ghibli, until the end of the roof, the sunset and sunset in The huge robot in Spirited Away ends, as if crossing the Miyazaki animation that accompanied me through my entire childhood, and I was really reluctant to leave when I left. If I had the chance, I would like to go back there ten years from now, because I feel that at every stage of my life, the work of this great artist who loves peace and loves the sky will bring a different kind of touch.