The men in the film are “in love” with Sheeta, and she’s only a girl of thirteen years old. This is made for laughs.
A few very mild innuendos, nothing bad.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


Today I saw the city of the sky again. I’m still very moved

Sometimes I am reluctant to admit that many of my dreams, ideas and so on were born in a Japanese film when I was very young, but I have to admit that whenever I am upset, I am relieved to see the clouds and trees painted by Gong Qijun and the robots guarding silently

The Laputa described by swift is a flying island about high technology, which is used to satirize the boredom of British society, while the Laputa described by Gong Qijun is the spiritual home of mankind behind the tornado – tree. I don’t know whether it’s because I left a deep impression when I was too young, or the human spiritual home itself is green? I just stubbornly like the green in nature… The whole Laputa is a big tree, lush, shadowing everything quiet, floating in the eye of a tornado, a most peaceful place

The bricks and tiles of the city and the destructive light of gold coins are underwater, covered with a layer of dark green moss. It seems that this paradise does not care about these great achievements of the industrial age. On top of this, there are green grass, ancient trees and trilobites left over from prehistory

And those ambitious humans always think about the core of Laputa, the omnipotent flying stone. They naively thought that as long as they conquered Laputa, they could have flying stone, Supreme Energy and run across the universe like Altman, but everything would not be like this

If mankind still doesn’t know what is true and what is good after thousands of years, nature has to use its own strength to teach us what is true – when the Colonel proudly controls Laputa’s huge energy, he thinks he has finally conquered the world

In fact, he is not a very different person. We often make such mistakes. We do this when we are greedy but can’t find an excuse. We disobey our hearts by savage means. Over time, one day we finally get used to such behavior and think that we have finally defeated ourselves, I am glad that I have finally made progress recognized by the society and conquered my spiritual home.

As for the last pure land at the bottom of our hearts, is conquest the attitude we should have

I often think about how I can write some inexplicable feelings after reading from the city of the sky to now. This process is very interesting. Although it is long and my mind has changed greatly, I always cry and cry more and more painfully… I used to fantasize that I was shutA. Later, I began to want to be a robot, covered with thick moss and guarding Laputa, No noise, no excitement

I still like the Korean drama “blue life and death love” very much, largely because Enxi said that if there is an afterlife, she wants to be a tree. If there is an afterlife, I also want to be a tree. Although our reasons are different, we are still very moved by this coincidence. Once a tree is planted in one place, it will not move any more. There are so many flowers and plants attached around, and small animals climb up and down. I never think the tree is lonely. The tree has a unique language and a magical way to absorb nutrients. It can obtain the hope of survival from light, soil, rain and dew, and from many places. He is strong and beautiful, Independent prestige, although he is always a single green and brown, rough trunk and flat leaves, there is no change, but he has this strong sense of intimacy. No matter in which climate zone, the tree is the same. He wants to see an old friend and pat his face. It will be a solid feeling

Under the sun, the wind blows through the leaves, which is the simplest beauty in nature. In a distant era without sound, this may be the most primitive sound. The wind blows through the ocean and the wind blows through the leaves. Like Laputa, although it has extremely developed scientific and technological achievements, it is so willing to restore the essence of nature, Waiting for those who desperately develop hematemesis to find out when the development of science and technology is the first

If I were a robot on Laputa Island

Ask me how to endure loneliness and sadness

I know that the noise of life can send melancholy, but increase confusion

And I know better that noise is not the place where truth often lives

But I was born in this noisy street

I will miss the lively moment and the happy scene of everyone

If I could have a child

I will give him a quiet hometown like Laputa

Let him watch the trees grow and listen to the running streams

One day he must go into the prosperous place

There is always a green in the bottom of my heart

When you’re lost, just go back to the green years in your memory

Always see happiness bloom again

I actually wrote a poem very seriously. I wanted to laugh that I would be so, but I was moved and sad. I laughed that I hadn’t grown up yet. Why grow up

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Thank you very much for every comment you left for me here. These comments are kept in my heart one by one and will be used as a mantra for our recognition when the game enters the next link. Please allow me to enter Hayao Miyazaki’s magic time dream again.

Up to now, 17752 friends have read this article, and 817 have praised it. Thank you very much for spending such precious time in your life to read this article I wrote, which is not very clear. When I wrote this article, I was so different from now. At that time, I still had many unrealistic fantasies and unconscious desires for the world, After these seven years, I feel that time has mercilessly changed me, making me start to face inescapable mistakes and failures, and bear all kinds of consequences caused by my own irrationality and impulsivity. There are good and bad, and the heavy ones are thrown into the corner of memory after I wake up. At the same time, I also found that time is so warm, which makes me more aware that I have never been separated from my spiritual home.

Every time I read this article, I will really feel the simple and blind myself seven years ago. At that time, my life and ideal, happiness and sadness, everything is like the brand of youth, leaving such a clear oath on the milestone of my 20-year-old life. Seven years later, every sentence written at the beginning seems to have never changed, but it is buried deeper and trusted more truly. Like the faith planted by yourself, it finally takes root and can no longer be removed. It’s just green. Why the words and sentences are not important.

This article has never been on any front page of Douban, nor has it been praised or recommended by anyone when I write articles most frequently. This is just an undisguised beautiful poem I put in the corner. It is the only unreserved confession and exposure of my romantic and longing for a better inner world that I have been ashamed to reveal. Whether all reservations and avoidance are out of self-protection or inferiority, fortunately, this article can leave me a real and unassuming myself worthy of reference.

Even after reading thousands of books and walking thousands of miles, I still like to get along simply, holding hands and joking, kissing and playing. As long as I hold your hand and fall from where, it doesn’t matter, whether it’s the city behind the tornado, the moving castle or the oil house with bright lights at night, how can I not look back on those past times, how can I really put down memories and time, Put down your precious time with me. Seven years ago and seven years later, how can we hide these childishness and pretend to be a mature and wise person? Thank you very much for finding me here by mistake.

In the past seven years, I have had too many irrelevant new insights about life. I can talk at length about everything, but I always leave no wonderful decadent sound after opening my mouth every time. Life and time help me grow, but they don’t point out the direction, so I hold a flying stone that won’t shine, and I think I can find the direction of Laputa in this way.

Today I just want to write down some of my recent ideas about direction. Among ancient Chinese calligraphy and painting works, my favorite is Dong Yuan’s Xiaoxiang painting, which has nothing to do with authenticity, just because the long water and shore are full of indifferent but wonderful stories. The beginning and end of a story are often difficult to distinguish; Welcome and send are always on the same bank, and the entrance and exit are always the same door and window. Most of the time, gain is always accompanied by loss, but release can often guard possession. Life is always full of paradoxes. Even my favorite religion, Buddhism and Zen, still give me all kinds of enlightenment. I have always avoided all kinds of philosophical thoughts in the hope that these profound life experiences and summaries can be summarized and realized by myself. The good of others and the bad of others are always remembered with such sincerity and diligence when they are affected. It’s not about right or wrong. Emotions, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows are so profound because of reality. Facing this reality requires courage and wisdom, faith and ideal.

Each of us is so weak in the face of time. Even Hayao Miyazaki still can’t create a magician who can break time. The journey of life that can only move forward has never changed its own pace. The only coordinate of time tells us that we can only move forward. We can’t go back to ourselves at the beginning of the story. What’s more, we may not be beautiful, smart and kind at that time.

I just hope that time can make us better ourselves, accept the message of time, hold the hands of fellow travelers, such as the song of the valley, take root in the soil, coexist with the wind, wintering with seeds, singing with birds, and be disciples of time in this life. Friends guarded by magicians, encourage each other.

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