This is the earth that nurtures us.

It is big without outside, its small without inside. Sending mayflies in the heaven and earth is a drop in the vast ocean. "Earth Pulse" shows a different kind of Earth. There are many satellites overlooking the panorama, and the small ones are commensurate with the real and virtual scenes. Whether it is the transformation of different spaces, or the passage of time in a single picture, the real scenery is recorded to the greatest extent, and the nature that cannot be perceived by the human eye is revealed through different perspectives and high technology. Spectacular scenes come from realism, and the lasting shock it brings to people is extremely rare. The small clips in each episode are just right, showing the life of the group by shooting individuals, but not overwhelming, reflecting the equal big home in habitat, reproduction and migration. It's hard to imagine the hard work the camera crew put into this, and also admire the courage of director Aleister Aleister, who tries so boldly, and the result is often polar opposites. I was fortunate enough to witness the documentary that was recorded in the annals of history, and my inner excitement was hard to calm down.
Reminds me of a recent article I read. Language needs to experience life, and culture needs to perceive life. The scrutiny and solemn attitude of nature, gratitude or awe, are not needs, not out of utilitarianism, but innate, from the true nature of human beings, and a feeling of attachment to the natural creation. Human beings have a spiritual consciousness beyond scientific cognition. They have used all their ingenuity and abilities on this small and medium-sized land, constantly improving their cognition and challenging boundaries, but they cannot forget that nature is always the source of all things and everything. the foundation. In addition to looking at nature, we should soberly harbor respect and gratitude for nature, rather than excessively asking for alms and gifts.
How I wish we could still see polar bears crawling out of their hibernating burrows in the light and naughtily sliding down steep snowy slopes. Seeing the bird of paradise shaking its head in ecstasy, enjoying the performance without the audience. Hearing the call of the doe to the fawn, even though she saw through the laws of nature, she couldn't bear it. I don’t know whether human beings are worried that they can’t see the world in the future, or are they worried that the world can’t see themselves?

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