The feelings of Flipped
During the National Holiday, I watched the film, Flipped, which
tells the story of a little boy and little girl after their meeting.The girl, Juli Baker ,has fallen in love with the little boy who named Bryce Loski when they first meet and begins a series of pursuits for the little boy.Fortunately for her,both of them were classmates which gives her the convenience of chasing him while Bryce avoids it strongly. She collects the eggs from her backyard and gives it to the Bryces aiming to acquire his love day in and day out. Frankly, Bryce consideres these eggs given by Juli Baker are a little weird because of her dirty backyard.He even throughts out them.Knowing her own sincere intentions are treated as well,Juli feels that she has been decieved and then she is not longer Bryce.But at that time，the story is reversed: Bryce seems to be attracted to Juli. He begins to pay attention to her, mind her every move, mind what she cares, do strange things to attract her and so on. At last, the consequence is like the word in the film : And I realized Garrett was right about one thing: I had flipped.This film is acted by Janet Hirshenson and Jane Jenkins, both of them are very talented directors.In
fact, the film also has many words I apprepriate very much: 1. Some of us get dipped in flat,some in satin,some in gloss.... But every once in a while you find someone whos iridescent,and when you do,nothing will ever compare.
2. .A painting is more than the sum of its parts. A cow by itself is just a cow. A meadow by itself is just grass，flowers. And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light. But you put them all together and it can be magic.
3. The higher I got,the more amazed I was by the view.
4. Some days the sunsets would be purple and pink. And some days they were a blazing orange setting fire to the clouds on the horizon. It was during one of those sunsets that my father’s idea of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart.
The feeling of excitement is a one-way street, there is a one-way street, but no application. Love is like a war or is it you who came to
me, the relief and indifference of one side doomed the other side of the infinite madness and miss. The pay and return of love may be equivalent, but it will not be at the same time. The good things always have the lost day, the foolish place to stop and stop to get only sorrow and distress. What we can do is that wipe away the tears, bury the past, once again on the journey to find a good, maybe in a casual corner.