The passage of time drives the rhythm of all things. At the moment of birth, the life of an individual is destined to unfold in time in order to survive in this world thrown into it.
The story also unfolds through the migration of a group of gray geese, starting from a small river on a farm, passing through a bustling city, playing with crops in the fields, temporarily staying in a city factory, soaring over the clouds and snow-capped mountains, and flying directly to Africa. There are many kinds of birds interspersed in the middle that I can't remember. Among them, there is one kind of bird, I don't know what it is called, it has white hair. The athlete's starting posture during the 100-meter sprint; and the gray bird on its body, standing upright on the water, slightly spreading its wings, pedaling hard with both feet, and then slamming into the bottom of the water, making me laugh; and There are interesting shots of birds in courtship and feeding, which are quite unbearable. The almost seamless soundtrack is definitely a highlight! If people's emotions are compared to changing water, then music is like a smooth container, which can give water various forms and styles without overflowing. The majestic and heavy orchestral sound, accompanied by the deep and orderly voice, and the comfortable voice of the house, let the birds rise in the air by the wind and feel the vast sea and sky and the blending of colorful stratus clouds: the magnificence and beauty of life. The soundtrack deserves my five-star praise!
Coincidentally, the director spent most of the footage documenting the "soft" side of migration as a representation of the will to survive in a population under the cruel nature of the jungle. Cang has a way back, life has no rest. As an individual of beings, its existence may only be witnessed by itself and nature, and viewers are happy to be able to see one or two of them.
Although the environmental protection color of the work is not strong, it is full of the resilience and beauty of life, but it left a deep impression on me (or this is what the director hopes, not destroying the beauty, but giving you a deep gap), the birds are in the sky. It was elegant, and the tune was soft. It came to an abrupt end, and several gunshots were fired one after another. Not only was there no joy at all, but a nameless fire erupted in my heart (of course, this is a compliment to the director and the soundtrack). I was surprised to see a gray goose stepped on the factory excretion mud and couldn't get up. I'm afraid this wild goose never expected that it would survive across mountains and mountains, across oceans and seas, and the desert and Gobi. It seems that there is nothing to say about what to hope for. After all, they are all good people. After all, reason tells the society that as long as someone in you and I have the impression of wild animals as zoos and table food, then under the division of labor in this society, there will always be people. To fulfill this desire for you.
Time goes by, time flies, day after day, year after year, life does not stop, migration does not stop, there is a way back, life has no interest...
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