飞屋环游记我是持着一种感伤压抑的心情看的，你们呢？

开始是感动。后来到凯文出场的时候，心情好了很多。最后，与曼茨激斗的时候也挺为他们揪心的。虽然没有艾莉，但是电影最后房子落在瀑布旁边那一幕还是很唯美的。。。艾莉也应该看到了吧。。。

Lights go dark, the screen lights up, my left-hand side is the darkness.

Look at the screen in which right Liangxiaowucai slowly getting old, along with structures that are called home, cabin, along with running a tiny balloon business, along with the dream of travel in order to save money, but also have to face together the difficulties for some time and again The jar shattered that dream dress, but always smiling face, never once opening hand. There is love of people around, there is a dream to go to achieve, in fact, well-being has always been very simple. As a result, tears blurred his eyes.
I have always been a tangle of people, formalism, and attention to detail, seizing a bit small link, and love into a dead end, it is you said, is also true. At this time, all my thoughts went so far as just that, you will not join me in a sub-sub to the accumulation of a dream, it will not join me to make a living not hesitate to smash it. No matter how I asked, you do not do it, because you do not understand it, this little jar of coins can bring what one happy? You do not understand, it is important is not money, was a matter for the dream of saving money, throwing money to the jar and watched it slowly filled up, happiness will overflow, even if breaking open it, inside spill out from the debris or a happy feeling. So cute you do not mind, but I was so keen on such a happy, even if only a formality. This is why we dispute the reasons for every day, we're not happy culprits, we are among the most fundamental contradiction. We are so different two types of people, even in the face the same direction, you can see also different dimensional landscapes, how there may be a common dream?
So, I can not accompanied by Carl as Ellie, as accompany you slowly getting old together, even though, I love you. We will eventually be separated, in order to chase their dreams. But I will still sad, for example in such a time, watching people fall in love with, formed by couples bonded with, for well-being of the trivial little things, I will still sad. I probably should not keep you just upset with the old, right? Just that, for this form can not be achieved rather sad, not because of losing you,! In the final analysis, I have just a formalist, you know.

However, love, to the later, not to become only a formality Mody?
Even if they never made hand travel, they are happy because they loved each other with growing old. Until, she finally too old can no longer be accompanied at his side. Then he changed and became Gu Pi, becoming stubborn, become irritable, become inaccessible, and finally became a movie, novel, the most common kind of lonely and unhappy eccentric old man look. By way of his daily habit of wiping the old furniture, old furnishings, according to the order used to do everything, life becomes a habit, but rather the love for her, finally has become a formality, he doggedly guarding of their shared wooden stubborn to go to achieve that collective dream. One day, when this strange old man and his bad temper cottage, with the 10000, when the balloon going up, then launched into vacated, not love itself, ah, but only the District of love shell, only a formality only the. "The house to go into the waterfall in Wonderland" This thing has become a symbol, in any case, as long as the house to go into the waterfall wonderland, he has forgotten this symbol represents the dreams and love, his heart no longer remember well-being of the same again.
Fortunately, the end of the story is not the case. Hence we have that little boy, as well as the little boy brings big trouble. When he finally dropped him and that she did not hesitate to work together to build the furniture, she left him abandoned relics of the material form, and his happiness back. He finally once again experience the love, once again to experience and human exchanges, some companionship, care for others, help others, love other people's feelings, in the airship on the fight, that's the more over the cabin is not far from disappearing, is lonely ( Although Khan )...... huts no longer exist, has been dismembered in the form of love is gone, but the love last forever.

The screen go dark, lights light up, I left without you. But this, so what?

灯光暗下去，银幕亮起来，我的左手边是一片黑暗。

看银幕中那一对两小无猜慢慢变老，一起搭建那个叫做家的小木屋，一起经营小小的气球生意，一起为了梦想中的旅行攒钱，又一起为了一些不得不面对的困难一次一次打碎那个盛装梦想的罐子，却始终微笑面对，从来也不曾放开手。有爱的人在身边，有梦想可以去实现，其实幸福一直就很简单。于是，泪水模糊了眼睛。
我一直是个纠结的人，形式主义，专注细节，抓住一点小事不放，爱钻牛角尖，这是你说的，一点也没错。这时候，我所有的想法竟然只是，你是不会和我一起一分一分去积攒梦想，也不会和我一起为了生活毫不犹豫地去砸碎它的。无论我如何要求，你也不会去做，因为你不理解，这小小一罐子硬币能带来什么快乐呢？你不明白，重要的不是钱，是一起为梦想存钱这件事，往罐子里扔钱，看着它慢慢满起来，快乐便会溢出来，即使要砸开它，从碎片里洒出来的还是幸福的感觉。你没有那么可爱的小心思，而我却那么向往这样的幸福，即使，仅仅是形式而已。这就是我们每天争执的原因，我们都不快乐的元凶，我们之间最根本的矛盾。我们是如此不同的两类人，即使面对着同一个方向，看到的也是不同次元的风景，又怎么可能会有共同的梦想？
所以，我无法像Ellie伴着Carl那样，陪着你一起慢慢变老，即使，我爱你。我们终究必须分开，为了追逐各自的梦想。可我还是会难过，比如在这样的时候，看着别人相爱着，厮守着，为琐碎的小事幸福着的时候，我还是会难过。我大概只是难过不能陪你一起老吧?只是，为不能实现这个形式而难过，不是因为失去你吧！说到底，我也只是个形式主义者，你是知道的。

可是，爱，到了后来，不就变成了，只有形式而已么？
即使他们始终不曾牵手旅行，他们都是快乐的，因为他们相爱着老去。直到，她终于老得再也不能陪在他身边。然后他变了，变得孤癖，变得固执，变得暴躁，变得难以接近，终于变成了电影、小说中最常见的那种孤独的不幸福的古怪老头儿的样子。他每天按习惯的方式擦拭旧家具旧摆设，按习惯的顺序做每一件事，生活，变成了习惯而已，而对她的爱，最后也变成了一种形式而已，他固执地守护着他们共有的木屋，固执的要去实现那个共同的梦想。有一天，当这个古怪的坏脾气老头儿和他的小木屋，随着一万只气球拔地而起的时候，那腾空飞起的，不是爱情本身啊，而只是爱情的区壳，只是形式而已了。“把房子带到仙境瀑布去”，这件事，变成了一个符号，无论如何，只要把房子带到仙境瀑布去，他忘记了这个符号所代表的梦想和爱情，他的心已经不记得幸福的样子了。
幸好，故事不是这样结束的。所以才会有那个小男孩，以及小男孩带来的大麻烦。当他终于毫不犹豫地扔下他和她共同打造的家具，舍弃她留给他的物质形态的遗物，他的幸福回来了。他终于又一次体验了爱，又一次体验了和人交流，有人陪伴，关心别人，帮助别人，爱别人的感情，在飞艇上搏斗时，那越飞越远渐渐消失的不是小木屋，是寂寞（汗）......木屋虽然不在了，爱的形式已经肢解已经消失，但爱永存。

银幕暗下去，灯光亮起来，我的左手边没有你。可是这，又怎样？

（一） When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats When you are old and gray and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars 当你老了 叶芝 当你老了，头白了，睡思昏沉， 炉火边打盹，请取下这部诗歌， 慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和， 回想它们过去浓重的阴影； 多少人爱你年轻欢畅的时候， 爱慕你的美貌，出于假意或者真心 只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂， 爱你已改的容颜痛苦的皱纹 躬身在红光闪耀的炉火旁， 凄然低语，爱为何消逝， 它漫步走上高高山峦， 将脸庞隐没在了群星间。 （二） I SAW THEE' WEEP by BYRON I saw thee’ weep the big br'ight tear Came o'er that eve of blue And then me thought it did appear A violet dropping dew I saw thee' smile the sapphire's blaze Beside thee' ceased to shine It could not match the living rays That filld'that glance of thine As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow dye Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart 我见过你哭 拜伦 我见过你哭——炯炯的蓝眼 滴出晶莹的泪珠 在我想像里幻成紫罗兰 滴着澄洁的露水 我见过你笑——湛蓝的宝石 光泽也黯然收敛 怎能匹敌你嫣然的瞥视 那灵活闪动的光焰 有如夕阳给远近的云层 染就了绮丽的霞彩 冉冉而来的夜色也不能 把霞光逐出天外 你那微笑让抑郁的心灵 分享它纯真的欢乐 这阳光留下了一道光明 在心灵上空闪射 （三） HOW DO I LOVE THEE by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. 我是怎样地爱你？让我诉诉衷肠 勃朗宁夫人 我是怎样地爱你？诉不尽万语千言： 我爱你的程度是那样地高深和广远， 怡似我的灵魂曾飞到了九天与黄泉， 去探索人生的奥妙，和神灵的恩典。 无论是白昼还是夜晚，我爱你不息， 像我每日必需的食物，从不能间断。 我纯洁地爱你，不为奉承吹捧迷惑， 我勇敢地爱你，如同为正义而奋争！ 爱你，以昔日的剧痛和童年的忠诚， 爱你，以眼泪、笑声及全部的生命。 要是没有你，我的心就失去了圣贤， 要是没有你，我的心就失去了激情。 假如上帝愿意，请为我作主和见证： 在我死后，我必将爱你更深，更深！ (四） She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways by William Wordsworth She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! --Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; 10 But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! 她栖居在人迹罕至的小道边 华兹华斯 她栖居在人迹罕至的小道边 鸽子河的源流旁 茕茕的少女无人夸赞 甚少引来爱的目光 好似一朵幽静的紫罗兰 在青苔石边若隐若现 －－又如一颗闪亮的星星 卓然闪烁在茫茫天宇 活着默默无闻，露西的过世 同样鲜为人知 但如今她身在坟茔 嗷，我的心何其悲戚！ （五） The Indian Serenade by Percy Bysshe Shelley I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me--who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream-- The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art! O lift me from the grass! die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast;-- Oh! press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last. 印度小夜曲 雪莱 午夜初眠梦见了你， 我从这美梦里醒来， 风儿正悄悄地呼吸， 星星放射着光彩； 午夜初眠梦见了你， 呵，我起来，任凭脚步 （是什么精灵在作祟？） 把我带到你的门户。 漂游的乐曲昏迷在 幽暗而寂静的水上， 金香木的芬芳溶化了， 象梦中甜蜜的想象； 那夜莺已不再怨诉， 怨声死在她的心怀； 让我死在你的怀中吧， 因为你是这么可爱！ 哦，把我从草上举起！ 我完了！我昏迷，倒下！ 让你的爱情化为吻 朝我的眼和嘴唇倾洒。 我的脸苍白而冰冷， 我的心跳得多急切； 哦，快把它压在你心上， 它终将在那儿碎裂。