Thoughts after watching "Flipped"

I watched "Flipped" twice in a row and my heart was really moved. A pair of children, a tree, a very simple story, told with soul-stirring emotion. The point that touches me the most is: girls in their teens have a detached sense of introspection, and examine whether the person they love is worthy of love or not. Once her self-esteem was touched, she immediately decided to give up this boy. The "love" in our culture seems to be as low as the dust. It is love to abandon self-esteem, and it is true love to be humble.

"Flipped" is a simple story, but rich. The main topic is about children's puppy love. In fact, this movie also talks about pursuing one's own dreams, respect, hard work, how to treat poverty, how to accept disabled family members, and how to maintain one's self-esteem. A detail that impresses me deeply is that after the parents quarreled, they immediately said to the child: "We will solve it, it is not your fault." Then they took turns to comfort her, expressing that the parents still love each other and reassuring the child. That's why children feel: "I think it's not easy for my mother, and I think it's not easy for my father. But I'm lucky to be born in this family." Parents who love each other are better than parents who are rich.

I envy this kind of heroine in American culture. She has an adventurous spirit, a romantic spirit, dares to be different, is smart and responsible, has the down-to-earth ability to realize her dreams, is full of vitality, has love, knows how to love, and has a healthy body. and soul. Most of the heroines in our popular culture are stupid, naive, confused, optimistic, and full of emotions, waiting for the male protagonist to show affection. In one sentence, the heroines in the United States are trees, and flowering trees can grow well without a hero; our heroines are flowers, incomplete flowers, some with tragic life experiences and bodies, etc. Let the man come to the rescue.

Many people say that boys are not good enough for girls, boys are very entangled, and so on. I think the movie tells a very simple fact: the mental development of little boys and girls is not equal. It is easy to understand that girls in primary school always get better grades than boys. Girls are precocious, but boys are ignorant, so girls often fall in love with boys first. The boys are enlightened and the girls have started to think. Therefore, the two of them showed a mental gap, but not a quality gap. In the end, he made a decision after his own thinking, bravely disobeyed his father, and made a correct judgment on his outlook on life and values.

In the end, I think the biggest difference between us and the American story is that they don't do "entanglement". Let us, no matter what the plot, the main thing is to "tangle", love in the heart but dare not say it, say it but dare not do it, do it but dare not love, love but have no status, have status but no fate... ...Obviously a twist, but I always say it's called "dramatic tension" or "destiny".

A few days ago, I heard my mother talk about her first love. It was nothing more than a tall and handsome man who stood out from countless suitors.

But fate played a trick on people, and they couldn't be together in the end. On the eve of her leaving her hometown, the man stopped her and said, we have known each other for so long and we have never touched your hand. Can I hold your hand?

When my mother said this, a girlish radiance rose on her face: Then, I stretched out my hand, and when I first touched it, I jumped up like an electric shock, and then ran away blushing.

She said: you know what? I have never felt like this before, as if my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

I know, I know, whether it was twenty years ago or twenty years later, this is the feeling of first love that every girl has experienced.

You can only experience that feeling when you meet that person.

It's the kind of day and night that you toss and turn, obsessed with a pair of charming eyes, or secretly smelling someone's clean soapy plaid shirt, or secretly hoping that those long, thick hands will hold your own in the palm of your hand.

It is that kind of spark like lightning, that kind of madness that devours the soul, that kind of admiration that dyes everything in the world with brilliance, the feeling that can survive only by longing and anticipation.

We can beautify a person in that way in our hearts, we can regard his shortcomings as cute, we can tremble because of a look and a smile, and feel that his voice is melodious and pleasant, and the notes composed of his name are also so pleasant.

Yes, so I couldn't help but keep peeking at him, smelling his scent, hoping to hear any news about him, repeating his name...

When you meet that person, you suddenly understand one thing: life can be so beautiful.