Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Today, I saw a moving movie, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.  The story is about a little boy, Oscar, tried to memory his deceased father at 911, so he played the detective game, which they used to find the answer together.  Oscar found a clue in his dad’s wardrobe, a key, wondering the meaning of this key, he involved in to a searching and a self-growing as well.  Through the searching, he not only found the connection with his dad, but also found back the relationship with his unfamiliar mom, watching many others’ lives, and faced his fear and timidity.  The ending was beyond my expectation, and it was wonderful and amazing, relating many people and many stories together.

Polly and me

Polly and I are intimate friends, even though we have entirely different personality.  When I first saw her, somehow I thought we were two people in different worlds.  She is outgoing and extroversive, always brings laugh to others; compared with her, I prefer quite and refined.  Strangely, after we got along day and night, starting to know each other deeply, I found we have some common feature.  Although we have different personality, inside of heart we also have a stubborn inspirit.  We are not people who give in reality easily, and we also have our principle and the way to live.  Maybe this kind of feature let us become the friends cherishing each other.  We usually talk about our future or share our dream, discussing the thought toward this world.  Because of our difference, every time I chat with her, I may find another better solution of my question or get some diverse aspects which I never figure out.  I thank for her company, and I will cherish this friendship which hardly to find.