If we can think of the pictures of our memories as films, then the film about childhood should be quietly guarded in a corner of our minds along with old houses and old objects.
The short film I'm going to talk about today is called "Homecoming", which is about a girl who returns to an old house that is about to be demolished.
She found an old videotape and put it in the VCR**, but the screen was full of "snowflakes".
She was walking down a bright hallway and saw snowflakes drifting from behind a door.
She pushed open the door and walked in, and she saw her childhood self staring at the children playing in the distance in a daze.
She suddenly fell into a trance, and then sat in the car. Next to him is his childhood self looking out of the car window, and in the front row, his parents are arguing fiercely.
The girl didn't want to stay in the car for a moment, pushed the door open, and returned to the hallway.
She pushed open another door and saw herself in middle school.
The emaciated body stopped at the door of the house with a 68-point roll.
The test paper had already been wrinkled by her, but she didn't dare to take another step forward.
A leaf fell on the roll, as if to help her hide her score from being seen by her parents, and as if to comfort her softly.
The girl ran forward desperately, and behind her was a huge "memory film", and she did not dare to stop, for fear of being swept into the abyss of memory.
She went back down the hallway and saw her college self leaving the house with her suitcase in tow.
Next to his ears was the quarrel between his parents who wanted to divorce, and in order to fight for her, his parents completely tore their faces.
The girl returned to the television, and the memories seemed to be engraved into the tape, and she angrily took out the tape and fell heavily to the ground.
She walked to the window, and a gust of wind blew, and the autumn leaves came downstairs, and an inconspicuous piece floated in and landed on the table.
Looking at the leaves, she remembered some good old days.
Her parents drove her to see the sunset in the sky, she sat on the swing downstairs of the old house to soak up the sun, her mother gently combed her braids, and her father took her hand and went out for a walk.
She picked up the tape and packed all the tapes and the old ** into the suitcase.
She saw her childhood self smiling at her.
This emotional, beautifully imaged experimental short film seems to tell us that there are childhood memories that we don't want to remember, and there are things we can't bear to forget.
We are always the first to think of unhappy and even painful memories Xi habitually, because they are far from the life we are looking forward to.
But there is also a lot of beauty and joy in childhood, which may take us some time to revisit and retrace.
But in any case, memories are like this, the good and bad are rolled up together and rolled into a big film, recording those who are willing to remember and those who are unwilling to remember.
Memories of childhood. Can childhood memories may not be one.
This article** is from the Internet.
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