When I saw the cross-section of the octopus tentacles turning out the white flesh, my heart was like a knife; when I saw it turning white a little weakly, I really felt that it was very difficult to survive; To be normal, heartily delighted and shocked; to see her howling like a fool in the bedroom as she slumps on the shark's back in a life-and-death moment. Before watching this documentary, I thought that the animals that only exist in the freezer are intelligent, playful, and stretch out tentacles to pounce on friends, just like giving a hug.
"The shark took her away into the misty forest." Fuck, crying again. It's me, I'll definitely take her home. How can I watch two such sad movies in one night, I'm really tired, but it's also very touching. The old events in the south of the city are a reflection of the hardships of life, and documentaries often give me the feeling that life is too short and the world is too big. The strong contrast, shock and distress coexist. Life is obviously so fragile, so can you let go and do what you like, but why is there such a problem? Isn't this what it should be, why not? I want to live such a life too much, but can I have such courage and when will I have it? Like forgetting those philosophies in freshman year, Socrates said that the body is not important, and desires come from it, so it will pollute the soul.
I burst into tears when I saw the baby octopus. “This is their strategy, live fast and die young.”
ps: When I watched it, I couldn't help but think of the recent explosions?? Draining wastewater into the sea and "Kana Tritium Surfing", I was really angry. Human beings will make sins, everyone should bear it together, and they all deserve it.
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