How to prove I love you

But let the acacia be unconventional,

Peony Pavilion front sansheng road.

———— Peony Pavilion

"Your Name" from Japan to China, the love of boys and girls through time and space, your secondary two diseases plus my girl's heart can save the building in the will fall. After watching it, I inexplicably feel that this is the young pure love version of "Love in the City", but one is the young teenager full of anxiety to test the true heart, the other is the adult men and women routine each other's step by step camp, and finally, in the background of a catastrophe, they all reveal their hearts, happy ending.

Makoto Shinkai, or Zhang Ailing, perhaps literary and art leaders know that in order to highlight the greatness of love, it is necessary to rely on the metaphor of death, or is this a necessity? Without the doomsday catastrophe, how can I prove that I love you?

So, how to prove that I love you?

I can tickle you on WeChat, I can trick you in a candlelit dinner, I can tempt you with conditions, I can list a long list to measure you: car, house, ticket; height, weight, three circumferences...

Sadly, the degree of matching in the love of our time can be quantified, the way of acquisition is traceable, and the duration is rewarded.

In "Your Name", two fatalistic teenagers cross the three years of time and space, and reveal their hearts in the evening of the destruction of the town.

In "Love in the Fallen City", Fan Liuyuan only recognized his heart when Hong Kong fell, and was willing to stay with the white tassel for life.

However, in real life, where there will be meteorites hitting the village, the Japanese army will no longer bomb Hong Kong, the peace and prosperity, a prosperous scene, and there is no life and death. Who would force a life and death parting, so do, so pretentious.

But if it's not at the cost of pouring out a city, how can I prove that I love you?

How do I verify your love, whether it is an unwavering affection or a shallow taste of liking?

How can I trust your love, is it unique to you, or is it possible for all beings to meet the conditions?

Without putting love for me above your life, without inseparability in the context of death, what exactly is it going to be, how, prove, I love you?

Now love comes and goes quickly, cannot be verified, is difficult to be sure of.

Therefore, it is more and more obvious how precious the juvenile love in the animation is.

In the movie, the trajectory of the lives of the two teenagers is entangled under the fiddling of fate, whether it is it or three years away from Itosho town and Tokyo, even if you have died of a meteorite impact, I will reverse time and space to save you, all the problems can not withstand a sentence of "I like you";

Off-screen us, he weChat on the girl he has never met, she sent the same goodnight to different ambiguous objects before going to bed, he posted a photo of himself on the dating website, she carefully flipped through her boyfriend's mobile phone in the middle of the night... Then at the same time for such a childish and incorrigible cartoon, bow a handful of tears, sigh a life, send a circle of friends.

An animation film can't change anything, and the torrent of reality envelops us to rush forward and bustle. Maybe there is no room for slowing down, and it is impossible to do one or two people in a lifetime.

Ironically, we don't believe in love anymore, but we still want to believe in love.

After all, we are willing to shed a tear, willing to be moved by this kind of love, and the gradually paralyzed heart is willing to pick up another word that we once felt was extremely pretentious:

You have to believe that there will be a person you love in this world, who will cross the surging crowds of people in this world, walk through them one by one, with a beating heart, holding a heart full of heat and heavy love to you, grasp you, you have to wait.

No need to be clever, no need to read a thousand sails, simply believe that you will have a fatalistic lover, telling you:

My heart is a stone, and I can't turn it. My heart is full of bandits, and I can't roll it up.