关于青春的电影太容易让人迷恋。我们有太多的故事要写,一个眼神一句话,一个笑容一滴眼泪,都能成为屏幕之外的共鸣点。光线正好,青春年少,所有的一切都变成诗一般美好。记忆里狭窄的林荫道,蝉鸣像是梦里的回声,而头顶枝叶繁茂,日光倾斜,好像所有的青春都与树分不开。这大概是因为,我们的成长不留痕迹,树木却日积月累,记载着一圈一圈的时间年轮。它是我们成长的共同见证者,树中有光,有影,有交织着光影错落有致的青春。 Movies about youth are too infatuating. We have too many stories to write, a look, a smile, a tear, can become a point of resonance outside the screen. Light just, young and young, all the poems into the general good. Narrow avenue of memory, cicadas echo like a dream, while the head lush foliage, daylight tilt, as if all the youth are inseparable from the tree. This is probably because our growth does not leave any traces of the trees but they accumulate over time and record time-laps in a circle. It is a common witness of our growth. The trees are bright and shadowy, with interlaced youth of light and shadow patchwork.