Chapter 248

At the bottom of the animation MV, various heartfelt comments appeared again. This time, because of the more touching aesthetic CG and music, people who had no feelings after reading at that time were cured at once... Like Wu Maofeng.

"These CGS are really beautiful. You can see from the painting style that they are masterpieces of waves washing sand. Each one can be a screenshot as a desktop!" This is moved by the aesthetic style of painting.

"Let's go to yinyue.com to download the latest album of Marisa, except for one_ more_ time，one_ more_ In addition to the best song "chance", there are also very good songs such as "the most familiar stranger", "in my song" and so on! Marisa's singing is getting better and better! " It was touched by the voice of Marisa.

"The mood of coercion, the lights of houses, and endless disappointment. I think this has happened in a certain period of time. What about a city? What about the encounter? Each has its own life and its own joys and sorrows. Sometimes I will send some text messages without the recipient's name in my heart, and then delete them word by word in my heart. Why bother? It's good to have them. " This is the real literary and artistic xiaoqingxin. After being cured by tianjingsha's article, it was cured by this MV again

Some people who read the MV carefully or repeatedly found the aesthetic pictures combined with modern poetry in those aesthetic CG. Xia Weiwei directly excerpted the modern poem "time and space train", and then listened to the song "one"_ more_ time，one_ more_ Chance, while looking at this beautifully written modern poem, I just felt a lot of emotion and wrote such a long comment:

The melancholy and loneliness of youth, the sweet and warm snuggle in the breeze, this is our youth.

Highly sharpened pictures, gorgeous colors, bright stabbing my eyes. That's the kind of acquaintance. If we can't stay together, we can't avoid life that can't meet like parallel lines.

How cruel is the reality? Even such a tightly snuggled mind can not shorten the distance of one centimeter in reality. It's such a long-distance stay that we can't avoid forgetting in the Jianghu. No amount of searching and waiting can eliminate the fact that it is not a long distance.

Long Cherry Blossom snow, thinking of your day from afar.

How can we have no regrets... If you don't see, it's too late to forget and regret until you know each other for many years.

How can I

Let me no longer hesitate to clearly understand myself, you and the countless ties between us. I am willing to wait for a long time in the wind and snow and snuggle closely. It is a word we never thought of using - love

Mo, Mo, mo.

Empty sad.

The memory of a young age will fade away no matter how unforgettable it is. When I was young, the person who was carefully placed in my heart, no matter how much care and perfection, will gradually go away.

Just because it's not a novel.

One more chance, one more time... Give me another chance and let me experience it again

However, no amount of prayer will help. Cardamom's years have ended. He is busy in life and can't go back.

After writing such a heartfelt emotion, Xia Weiwei's tears flowed down. Before, she clearly felt that she had come out of the shadow of "five centimeters per second", but at this time, she kept cycling the song single. When looking at this modern poem, she found that she was afraid she would never forget the novel.

While biting her teeth and scolding tianjingsha, she bought an extremely valuable hardcover collection version of "five centimeters per second", which contains the album of the book, as well as tianjingsha's signature and handwritten postscript

Although "time train" is more brilliant than "a flowering tree" in the eyes of those who have really read "five centimeters per second", in the eyes of those who have not read "five centimeters per second", this poem about secret love is undoubtedly written in their hearts!

How many people in secret love beg the Buddha and are willing to turn into a tree and grow on each other's only way. For each other, let their trees bloom. Each flower contains their purest love. I hope each other can feel such enthusiasm and taste my love for you when passing through such a flowering tree

However, "when you finally ignore it", the flowers all over the tree are no longer necessary to open. It all withers. "It's not the petals, but my withered heart". This situation is really like the fruitless female No. 2 in the article. I can only watch the male master get on the plane flying to a different place and burst into tears.

This poem "a flowering tree" is really in line with the mood of some secret lovers. Some people even directly extract this poem, write it into a love letter, and then hand it to the TA in their mind.