A friend of mine once said , the story in that italian town is just like the season of it. When the summer came, Elio and Olive met each other. When the summer left, they left and seize their own new season.

    At first, I thought it's too philosophical. After all, it's just a romantic story！But during my reading the last chapter. I can feel the change of the “season” . The former three parts are all about summer ： the strong emotion, the enthusiasm, the excitement and so on. The last one is like autumn：Everything is determined and everyone should learn to let it go. Some words don't need to be spoken out. Some memories are permanently buried in a postcard. Maybe that's what growing up means （omg I feel I'm so feizhuliu）

    Besides the style of the novel, the most impressive part of the last chapter is the dialogue between Elio and Olive. Sometimes I even felt that what they love or cherish wasn't each other but the feelings that someone can share your mind and understand you without the need of explaining., just like the very sentence Olive has told Elio“Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine”