When I was a kid, I always had a picture in my mind: Autumn is here and the birds are flying in pairs to the warm south, sometimes lining up , sometimes arranged as characters.
When I grow up, a new year, my father's friend sent me an exquisite calendar. Every month is a photo of a local cute bird, which is very cute! Years passed and I didn't allow my mother to throw it away.
Two years ago, I was drying my clothes on the balcony one day. Hulala, a group of birds flew by in the distance, I clearly remember goosebumps all over my body at that time, and I couldn't tell the reason at that time. After watching this video at the moment, I know that it was originally moved from the heart! The soundtrack of the movie is right in my ear!
The geese spread their wings in the sky and tried to move forward, with mixed feelings in their hearts. There is moving, there is pity, and more is admiration! Ask yourself, have you been so brave and worked hard? Or how about a daydream?
Travels through thoounds of miles.
Over the mountains, over the grasslands, over the sea, over the rivers, over the cities, over the fields, over the vast snow-capped mountains, over the canyons, escaping from avalanches again and again, through blizzard after blizzard, in the rush of gunshots Catching a glimpse of the falling figure of the companion, the sweet and frustrated courtship, seeing the sweetness of the moment when the little baby shows his little head......
Is this just like our life!
Shooting point to the end, leaving infinite reverie, or sadness or joy. Those mysterious scenes, those lovely lives!
At the end of the film, it is pointed out that the scene of the shooting was tragically but grandly staged in North America, and it has continued! Maybe I can only start from myself at the moment, not to hurt any life, to respect any life! Start with yourself, bit by bit~
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