The perfume of the house opened, full of elegant fragrance.
A slightly tired cloudy day, the heart of melancholy and depression layer upon layer
A 13-year-old witch, riding a broomstick to find her city
And 19 years old this winter vacation, I suddenly know the difficulties of being born.
Perhaps at this age, should not say the world, but many things still beyond their imagination helpless and sad.
How to say
They see the most, always feel beautiful simple forever warm affection, changed the color. Cried for a long time, so hard, or in vain，There really is so much you can’t change. There’s some pain you have to experience. Maybe they are too sensitive, maybe they just care too much, maybe everything is not so bad. Maybe it was just a fairy tale, and now it’s just a return to reality. Maybe there are contradictions after all.
Tragedy, whether in movies or in life, is seen by the outside world as a storm in a teacup，Even if at that time accompany you tears, send sympathy, after how? And the taste, such as fish drinking water, cold and warm know
We tried to prepare for a rainy day, but there was a prolonged drought.
In such a blessed season，I was stuck in the middle of the little family squabbles.
Everyone didn’t think or expect me to be involved, and I was willing to, for their heartache.
They were kind, loving, unexpressive people. Why do they hurt each other and hate each other so much that they hate each other?
Think impassable, secretly shed tears. I woke up at 3 o ‘clock in the morning and couldn’t sleep until 4 o ‘clock. I got up and read until 8 o ‘clock when the day gradually brightened. For 4 hours, the world was quiet and safe, and my heart was still quiet.
After breakfast, lie back in bed with my mother to watch this film, put a long animation in the hard disk.
Master Miyazaki Hayat’s works are always bright colors, warm colors or clear colors. Simplicity and warmth never seem to go out of style.
When young, every child will have a dream, encounter an adventure, or he is a special ability of Superman, magic girl. Even sing together “The motherland is a big garden, garden flowers really bright” when they always feel that they are the most unique one.
Expect to grow up, the stars in the eyes of the moonlight, always yearning for the future.
But when the growth really comes, only to find that they are just an ordinary piece of paper
Like Kiki, we move from place to place. From childhood to youth
As we ran forward, we lost some people and many warm morning lights.
We are eager to get other people’s approval, approval，small feelings cannot be satisfied.
The world is so big, and it is really difficult to find a place where you really like to settle down.
We meet by chance, but we are strangers from other places. When a person, how to. But even if it’s too much, we always make it in the end.
When Kiki’s powers weaken and she can’t fly, she meets Erna again, who tells Kiki, “When I can’t paint anymore, I’ll paint nothing, go for a walk, drink tea, do something else or nothing. One day, the idea of painting will come back.” Later, Erna saw a reinvigorated Kiki also firm faith to continue painting beyond her own.
Born in the world, this is a poor animal. If you can’t even lift a finger to help them, there will be no residual temperature in this world. In fact, friends may be just like this. May not be what everlasting, may not always meet contact. At times, we can warm each other, comfort each other and encourage each other.
I can’t help but be grateful and think back to many times in my life; I have met people like Erna.
The other words also moved me.
“Flight is not by spells, but by blood. The painter’s blood, the witch’s blood, the baker’s blood, are God’s blood; But it wasn’t easy.”
We should pay for our share of the blood
Everyone is born with a mission.
From one city to another, only on their own efforts
Learn to grow up, learn to bear. After learning to cry, you can hug mom and dad with a smile.
Thank you for telling us: “Growth is a transaction; we are using simple childlike innocence and raw white to exchange the courage to grow up, mature emotions and broad vision… Or whatever it is worth. In fact, to this day I still can’t measure the loss or gain, maybe God never gave us the wisdom to know.”
Yes, yes, no, I’m grateful.
In this cloudy day, when I was a child to do the magic wish to fly over the town where I lived out of shallow flowers
I know those childish dreams fly away and never return. And the future still has a reality for me to describe quietly and steadily.
