My love letters with you

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Thought about it for a long time.

I had to write this article, but I couldn't find it, I couldn't find some kind of carrier.

My motivation for writing this article is not pure, because before I wrote it, just because I wanted to write it.

And now I write because you can see it.

I know, you'll come and see.

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These days, I have been searching hard, and the common memories between you and me have found that we are really different. Except for the past few years when we have coincided and worked together to entangle these two otherwise different threads—otherwise, before, or after, it is difficult to find an intersection.

Finally, the two lines, which had not been parallel in the first place, after extending the trajectory of their bite, dispersed towards the two unbound origins.

I tried desperately to catch it, but it was still, the kite's line.

3

Speaking of shared memories, we used to talk about this movie. I remember that this was probably the biggest resonance between them in the years before the parallel line. You say you watch this movie many times. And so do I happen to be.

We are immersed in the tear-jerking section of "Love Letters", where everyone is in tears, but in fact, they are only shedding tears for themselves - and Fujii Trees is nothing more than a can of wind oil essence, a bottle of runming, or a sad narration in FM.

And the tears are their own.

Crush is a slim shadow that is beautiful because it is blurry. And once they jumped out, the two admiring lines decided to walk shoulder to shoulder, but they also began to cut each other shoulder to shoulder.

A broken kite is destined to drift quietly into the sky.

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Because of the beauty of the crush, we always repeat it over and over again, tirelessly recounting our youth.

If it were possible, I'd like to go back to the old days when it was just two people who admired each other and talked about something immensely about every day, and I recommended a movie for you, and you said that the book was really good. Then under the blue sky, quietly thinking, quiet thinking...

At that time, your smile can't be touched, but it is always so real as a dream.

5

In the film, Hayana Ooi, who has a crush on Fujii, says that the stories of boys and girls are always repeated. In fact, this is very good, isn't it, we repeat our story, and the appearance of the person in the story is also repeated again and again.

For the tree, Fujii's meaning is not in the first love. It is the most primitive bond in the heart.

She thus stopped and circled, repeating that in the midst of the loss she was still able to retain the pure white and vivid. Beautiful story.

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The first time I watched it was almost ten years ago, and if you count the intermittent plot, you have watched it almost ten times. There are some bridge segments that will never be forgotten. For example, the tree on the sickbed and the Hiroko in the snow, two people call "how are you" again and again, and then answer loudly with their own hearts, "I'm fine." "Also like the borrowed book card inserted after "Reminiscing like a watery year", and the yellowed, jerky but beautiful smell of sketches.

What is love like? We are all moving towards that meaningful 30, slowly, but inevitably. Each of us has been in contact with feelings, and we have had the thread that is wrapped around us. As each kite passes away with the wind, we are convinced that we understand the true meaning of love, and we are convinced of it.

But we can always find ourselves in the process of the next relationship, and we are still a troubled lost person.

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I've always felt that "Love Letters" is not so simple a story about a crush. Every time I tried to make her clear, I always found that relying on my own sluggish brushstrokes and chaotic logic, I must not be able to tell her thoroughly.

Fujii's crush on trees and Hiroko's love for him;

The tree's admiration for Fujii and his affection for Hiroko;

Hiroko's concern for Fujii and her expectations for the tree;

Akiba's pity for Hiroko and her responsibility for Fujii...

Other than that, there is

The tree's grandfather's guilt for his granddaughter and regret for his son;

The mother of the tree loves her daughter and is stoic to life;

Fujii's mother's thoughts of her son and pity for Hiroko;

Koala's tribute to friends and trust to the mountains;

The girl tree's concern for her father and her love for her mother;

The tree in the yard called the tree is reluctant to the old house and respectful of the memory;

Okai's expectations for his first love and his troubles about his first love;

Suzumi's crush on Akiha and blessing for Akiba;

Mr. Hamaguchi's affection for students and his protection of faith;

The envy of the living girls for beautiful love and the vision of the ignorant future;

The boy Fujii's rebellion against the icy world and his stubborn pursuit of simplicity;

The boy tree is cautious about the beautiful love and uneasy about growing up

……

These feelings are so similar, each one is different. The sense of thick complexity, mixed in the consistent mist and greenness, this feeling is difficult to describe clearly. It's like a blue sea, the bottom of the sea is full of countless clutter, but you look at these shattering that make you feel mixed, but you still only feel the purity of the sea.

What a wonderful thing.

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It's like our lives.

On the surface, it is bright and simple, but on the inside it is full of scars and fragility;

On the surface, it is heavy and bitter, but inside it has not lost its dreams and hopes.

We don't know about these things, we can only spend it day by day, and then pray with our hearts that we can get better day by day.

Get better.

9

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that we are actually such a similar type of person.

A type of person in the same world.

We are both living in the present and we are all living in the past. Same as Hiroko, same with trees.

The future will one day become the present, and at that time, the present moment becomes the past.

Is that right? This is really something that we are most happy about.

10

I opened the refrigerator and suddenly wept lonely. And the refrigerator was more lonely than mine, four eggs, half a bag of knife cut noodles, and a jar of moldy condensed milk, and nothing else. You left the eggs, the condensed milk you bought for me, and the knife-cut noodles you ate the leftovers.

For two months, I hadn't added a single thing to it.

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Looking at the helpless tree holding the copy of "Reminiscing Like Water Years", the back of the borrowing card is his own face, young and sighing. Then my tears flowed again.

When Fujii wrote the name of the tree on 87 cards, what kind of beautiful picture did he imagine? And what kind of green onions and violent blooms should we have been?

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Think of the past. One by one, the sushi that makes crab meat rolls for you, doesn't it look good? Brew caramel Macchiato-flavored coffee at home, does it taste the same as Starbucks? Wenyu cheese waiting in line in Nanluoguxiang, is it nostalgic? Did you eat the kiwi fruit flavor of the specially learned English grilled steak?

Think of the past. Draw Jin Chengwu out, hang it on the glass of your desk, draw it very similarly, but always draw you clearly, there is no way to write; curled up in the bed to read the story of Friends, and countless plates from the dilapidated shop, every year, but forget the habits.

Think of the past. I wanted to wear a dress that couldn't smell you, but found that you bought all the upper body; I wanted to pluck up the courage to shout that fucking I was going to throw away all the memories related to you, but found that I could only go to the four walls of the house, so I quietly wiped my sneakers and put the water cup back in place.

When doing this, the mood should be the same as Fujii. Choosing books that have never been borrowed is because I don't want to drown my lover's name among all sentient beings, and when I write every word, I hope to lock my love firmly.

Locked in "Remembrance of The Age of Water".

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However, "Love Letters" teaches us that a series of touching, nostalgia, lamentation, memory, shock, depression, hysteria, and irrationality about youth are all about growth.

grow.

Inevitably, everyone will fall into the emotions of youth, because there is always a place in the depths of our hearts that is too soft to resist the sadness. And for the sensations that appeared in the blink of an eye, I always told myself that this was pretentious, that it was nothing, that it was hindering my growth.

But every time I always compromised, because that's what I needed.

Open "Love Letters" or "Must Not Believe in Fate", always pull directly to those few paragraphs that force people to palpitate, and then solemnly say in the bottom of my heart: I will grow, I want to grow, although I need to remember and grieve, but the purpose of remembrance and sadness is still to grow.

14

It's hard.

But life is inherently hard.

We have no choice.

So I understood everything.

In "Those Worthless Experiences", Shi Kang said, "People love to remember youth, because in addition to the youth of everyone, they have nothing more handy, people's spiritual ability stagnates in adolescence, while physical ability has gone downhill, youth has become the culmination of life, and the happiness behind is at most a repetition and imitation of youth experience, but the taste is not as good as youth." People love gender relations, because in ordinary life, only gender relations can bring them a novelty and pleasure close to adventure, which is a ghost that repeatedly wanders back and forth in narrow alleys. ”

If a bond and love are also in the category of gender relations, then I agree with his logic. Because although I may not be able to get out of this relationship from now on, it does not hinder my hopes and visions for the future world, and all the efforts I have made to this end.

I had to jump up in the air, I had to look at the world outside the narrow alley. Instead of repeatedly pleading, redeeming, and crying over and over again.

I thought about it for a long, long time, and then I understood the beautiful Miho Nakayama's cry in the snow, the strange smile of the green Kashiwara Takashi in front of the bicycle, the wisdom behind Yuji Toyokawa's glasses, and the sad look in Sakai's sad eyes when she looked at the dragonfly in the freezing.

Understand everything, understand the whole world.

15

I think, a long, long time has passed. Maybe when I was old in the twilight, I would still remember such a day,

I sat in front of the computer screen for a long time on this day, recalling it repeatedly, wandering away repeatedly, firmly and firmly, and then imprinting it over and over again.

On that day, when I suddenly turned around, I found that you were still there.

Still there.

The smile was the same as before.

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Someday in the future, I'll ask you softly online, on the phone, in a text message, or on a page in my book,

"How are you?"

And then you're going to say,

"I'm fine."

The corners of the mouth look the same as before.

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People are always consciously or unconsciously, "deliberately" doing something "casual". This is one of the more beautiful appendages of "love".

For example, when writing a paragraph, I always like to forcibly distinguish paragraphs, and then title them with the serial number of "1, 2, 3, 4", before I was always no more, no less, writing 14 paragraphs, because this was my state of mind at that time;

And now I'm always no more, no less, writing 18 paragraphs, because that's your mark.

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Don't cry, the one I love the most.