Foreword: This afternoon, I watched a cartoon called "The Court of Words and Leaves". On the day of entering the Plum Blossom Festival, 15-year-old Xiaoxiong skipped classes and came to the Japanese garden. In a quiet pavilion, I met Xue Ye, a 27 year old ancient Chinese teacher. The two familiar people seem to have made an agreement to escape from worldly troubles every rainy day and meet in the quiet pavilion in this steel and iron urban jungle, just like a paradise. Xiaoxiong's mother ran away from home, lived alone with his brother, and volunteered to become a handmade shoemaker. Xueye was frustrated in his work, depressed and depressed, lost his sense of taste, and could only taste chocolate and beer. Their lonely hearts are close to each other.
"It's a metaphor for thunder and the cloudy sky, but I hope the wind and rain will come and keep you here."
"It's a metaphor for thunder and a cloudy sky. Even if it doesn't rain, I will stay here." The 15-year-old boy and the 27-year-old female teacher met by chance in the long pavilion of the park in the rainstorm. They gently touched two sensitive hearts. In the panic and shyness, the two half closed hearts were full of scruples and gently probed. They kept warm like hedgehogs but suddenly separated. When each other finally gives up the hidden inferiority and cowardice, the huge age gap of 12 years old, the shackles of the reality of different places and the taboos of the identity of teachers and students, they hug and cry when the heavy rain is about to stop, and gain the release and understanding of mutual embrace. I think this is just the beginning of both of them abandoning the past and looking for happiness.
In the intermittent rain, green plants, unique courtyards, a young man full of ideals, precocious but childish personality, a kind, mature but somewhat delicate woman, every fresh morning, some simple exchanges, but so real, the protagonist's monologue, so quiet, and the end of the two people's dialogue like a lie refused, People can't help but tremble and cry.
In the play, they are lonely. As a senior high school student, Qiuyue, has his favorite hobby and is struggling for it. In the classroom, he only thinks he is an empty body. As a teacher, Xiao Xue dare not face the school people because of the framing of female classmates. They all choose a quiet and peaceful place to do what they want to do wholeheartedly, Or escape from the world.
In the play, they are lonely. As a senior high school student, Qiuyue has his favorite hobby and is struggling for it. In the classroom, he only thinks he is an empty body. As a teacher, Xiao Xue dare not face the school people because of the framing of female classmates. They all choose a quiet and peaceful place to do what they want to do wholeheartedly, Or escape from the world.
"Slight thunder and hazy sky, but I hope you can stay here when the wind and rain come"
"I will stay here even if there is no rain in the faint thunder and haze sky" The next step is to make shoes. The teenager is a person with his own ideal. He is also willing to dedicate his first ideal work to Xueye. What a romantic thing it is. The 15 year old ignorant teenager is beginning to fall in love. He wants to do his best to give the person he likes the strength to continue to move forward and give the woman who is blocked by setbacks
At the end, the young man said that she was leaving. The young man lost his temper and ran out of Xueye's room in a way that was very suitable for young people. At this time, I thought that if I were him, maybe I would go with her. Or make an agreement to visit her and find her
Each lyric of the "Rain" song is corresponding to a picture. The song and the scene complement each other, moving:
あめ
There's nothing to say
Play gentle until today
All impulses turn into reckless hugs on this rainy night
Roadside leaflets and broken lights
Everyone on the street corner is in a hurry
It's not you that's wrong, but I can't hide my passion
Lady, you wrapped the rain curtain
Run through an empty station
Regardless of the heavy rain, regardless of the wetness
You roll up the rain and go away
The early morning in the alley always comes earlier
I want to catch you now
I told you not to go No
