Sometimes wandering here, my mind is full of tree-lined paths in my hometown. In this young season, the bright sunshine is probably shining on the morning glory of the fence. I often miss this gentle sunshine, thinking about becoming a golden beetle, wandering in the fragrant fields, or becoming this free seagull, flying freely between cliffs, and then taking advantage of the clear moonlight at night, saying goodbye here and returning to our hometown. And miss Naoko's little garden. I always remember that she has an emotional soul. She pinned her sorrow and sadness on this small garden, and also pinned her happiness and happiness on the stars of the universe. Speaking of Miss Naoko, I don't know if she is well now. I always think of the way she talked about Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond. Her graceful steps are like the soul of a crystal. When she talked about the text, she slowly opened her mouth, full of tenderness: "On the winding lotus pond, I am looking forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim dancer's skirt. " At first, she told me all the fantasy and wonderful melody of writing. I didn't cherish the time at that time, but it was always sad in retrospect ... but now I have come to this hard wasteland, and I can only miss her kind appearance by my own imagination.

My dear friend, I used to be a rather timid person, but one day, I walked into Mr. Miyazaki Hayao's dream in my dream, and I saw him quietly drawing in the room, just like young Kojiro. I will never forget this beautiful story or his guiding dialogue. Life is like Christina's poem:

Who has ever seen the face of the wind?

Neither you nor I have.

But see ten thousand trees hanging their heads.

You know the wind is blowing.