There is such a man in memory: a white shirt, a brown box, silver hair, green eyes, a cigarette made of herbs in his mouth, and a pair of clogs for a light trip. On the way, he encountered all kinds of interesting people and things, and he was neither happy nor sad. Every time I watch an episode, I always take a deep sigh and ponder for a while before I click on the next episode, "There is a real meaning here, but I have forgotten what I said."
"One-Eyed Fish" tells us about Yingu's life experience: As a teenager, he saw that Yong An lost an eye, and finally saw the sun after countless moonrises. I forgot my name, I forgot my master, I forgot my past, I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I should go, I travel aimlessly. A fish that loses both eyes disappears, because it cannot see the world, so the world forgets him. Insect Master is like this. It seems that every story in it is not rushed or slow. With the soothing BGM, it seems to go away with the wind after reading it, but those emotions and legends are always dormant in your subconscious waiting for recovery. never left.
The painter who lost his hometown in "The Clothes of the Mountain", the mother who forgot to betrayed in "Snake of Dawn", the man chasing the rainbow in "Rainbow after the Rain", the swamp seeking death in "The Swamp of Travel", the various stories in the insect master It quietly takes you into a real and different world. If the current mainstream animations such as Naruto Pirates are novels, then Insect Master is prose, and it is prose with rhythm. Many stories in the insect master have no ending, only a slightly hoarse female voice narrates the later without emotion. I especially like this setting: For example, in "Xiao Chun": "In the frozen mountains, the magic spring that has just sprouted. In the snowy road, the lights in the house flicker, attracting us to live here for a long time." It seems to end and it seems to continue, and there is an illusion that the story gets life growing. There was no fighting, no blood, no sensationalism, and no humor in the bug master, but he did make me cry, smile, indignant, and passionate. This is his unique charm.
After hearing me introduce the bug master to him, many people asserted, "It's a story about a man killing insects. It's cliché and boring." At this time, I laughed and said nothing. To be exact, what the bug master told was "A story of a man and a worm." Nuyi's last sentence to Yingu was, "Don't let fear and anger cloud your eyes, everything just survives in its own way." It is a reasonable life, there is no right or wrong. Frankly speaking, although I always say what works I like, I usually only watch it once or twice, but I downloaded the complete works from the Internet and watched it over and over ten times, and each time I have a new experience. And the meaning is irresistible. There is one thing I have to mention, the animated version of the insect master was produced in 2005, but I don't think any anime can compare with him in terms of graphics and soundtrack, including Hayao Miyazaki's works. This is the big truth. Splashing ink on landscapes, wisps bamboo, OP "The soccer feet song" has never had the thought of deleting it since it was downloaded. There is no need to mention a false name.
There is such a plot in "The Sea of Pens": Yin Gu and Danyou are sitting beside a rock in the grass, and Danyou said to Yingu, "After the seal on my feet is released, I hope to go with you in the future. Travel, go see the bugs in those stories with your own eyes. Just kidding, I should have been an old woman by then." Yingu took a breath and replied, "I promise you. If I hadn't died by that time." It came to an abrupt end here, the breeze slowly swept the grass, and the clouds drifted across the sky.
Yingu is still traveling alone, bringing us all kinds of knowledge without emotion.
Not pleased, not to have compassion. Without prejudice, without worldliness. Smile to see an end that has no end. Shhh, don't comment, "We didn't even deprive pain."
Since then, I've fallen in love with white shirts, cigarettes, and free wandering. When I looked back at the mountains in my hometown, there seemed to be a huge white snake overlooking me from afar, and my soul was comforted.
It's definitely a pity that I haven't seen the bug master.
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