These clumsy elves, simple and honest in appearance, with amused gait, straight calls, and thick belly. In the alternation between extreme day and extreme night, they use life to continue the race, and even if there is only the last temperature left, they will pass on to the little fragile life guarded by the white belly and the black feet. How great is the penguin dad who has not eaten or drank for four months in a row, and has to withstand the wind, snow and cold. If every human dad could be as good as a penguin dad, the world would be a lot better, and there would be a lot more beautiful families in this world. The mother penguin is also amazing. In addition to laying mellow eggs, they have to travel far to the ocean, eat and drink in the sea to accumulate fat, and then arrive in time where the penguin fathers are struggling to take over their positions and continue to nurture the newly hatched little penguins. I couldn't help laughing as I watched their plump bodies squeeze through the cracks in the ice. But when I saw that they were bitten by the enemy and could no longer return to nurse their children, I was saddened with the photographer.
The growth of a little penguin is a hard victory. Any one link may make him unfortunate to die.
My growth is also a victory.
There are so many beautiful shots in this film. I can even feel the delicate eyes of the photographers, and feel that they use the lens to quietly touch these clean creatures. The lens slides slowly, gently and slowly, and my eyes become as clear and soothing as water. I was smiling, screaming, and sad with the people behind the camera.
It can make the audience feel their own feelings, such a film is a success.
Unfortunately, the episodes in the film are in English. Why can't it be in French? Do French people also think English is fashionable?
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