"Flipped" is the most elaborate film I have ever seen.

The film has no complicated plot and no special  effects. It's just the whole movie that is strung  up by the self-narrative of the two protagonists, but it expresses all the meanings appropriately.

Many people interpret it as a pure love film, however, I have some different  feelings.

At the beginning of the movie, I was attracted by July's bright  eyes and her voice.  So it is easy  to imagine that in the  whole movie there are only July in my eyes,who is such a beautiful but stubborn girl.  It taught me how charming a girl who was strong, stubborn and always enthusiastic and curious  about the world  was.She climbed the sycamore tree to watch the world,  observed the birth of chickens, raised  chickens, trimmed the yard.

 July  is always happy  to live a life of pure kindness.July’s father said that 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 peaking, through the trees is just a beam of light.  But you put them all together and it can be magic.  

July understood Dad's words the moment she climbed  the plane tree. She finds that the original world  is constantly changing in subtle ways,  and the world smells  good and looks  good. But Bryce disdained climbing up the tree with July. Bryce's father  even hated July's yard infinitely and felt that July's eggs were germ-infested. Bryce was somewhat influenced by his father and didn't  like July. The two protagonists' self-narrative ways of expression stimulate strongly.

The contradictions in the film. I see more or less the real world in the Loski's family . After years of torture, our group of social people, like Loski's father, live with the greasy taste  of reality, no longer have the enthusiasm to climb the plane tree all day just to hear the world's and the pursuit of the world's beauty. Seeing  the Loski's family  is like seeing myself. So I like July more and more like her stubbornness and her curiosity.

I recall  my childhood when the world was  colorful in my eyes. I  would hide behind  a tree for a long time in order to catch a  white butterfly. I would search all over the mountains for small  purple flowers. I would use  my hand to pick up the dark soil and fantasize that I was the king who have the whole  world. I don't have  July's scientific observation and thinking about the wisdom of the  world, but at least I'm really  "looking" at the world  without the common custom  the fetters.

Now, I  don't know what the world  is like, because it's been too long for me without slowing down.  I stepped on a secular boat and sailed  farther and farther. After watching the movie, I want to rush myself to see ants carry food,  see a flower opening and closing, and smell  the world. 

Should  it not be too late?