Then take a look at "Migrating Birds".
I have always liked this kind of stuff, whether it's a book or a movie. From the earliest time to watch "Friends of the Stars", I saw "At the beginning of March, Arcturus rises at about eight o'clock in the evening. In this month, the horse chestnut is about to bloom, and the elm begins to spit out brown flowers; eagles, owls and crows. I’m busy building nests high in the treetops", or "When you see birds flying out of the forest noisily in the morning and when you see the gentian starting to roll leaves in the afternoon, you can spend the night in this season. The northeast sky goes to find five cars and two."...Such words always make me fascinated. In "King Solomon's Ring" and "Dog's Family History", the founder of animal behavior described the animals in nature in a anthropomorphic tone. I suddenly felt that every person who truly loves nature is a poet in his own right. What they are talking about is simple and unpretentious poetry, full of an almost unconscious concept of animism.
This is how I started to look at nature.
In "Migrating Birds", those shots taken from all kinds of incredible angles can no longer surprise me, because I already know what incredible things a person can do with a love of nature. In the tidbits, I was not surprised to see those photographers eating and living with the birds, and seeing them chattering at them in order to dispel the restlessness of the birds after they arrived in a different place, just like their own children; they are in bird droppings. Sleeping in the sheds everywhere, soothing the birds that can’t sleep... These are what I’ve seen in "King Solomon’s Ring". The scientist who loves birds like his life can call back like the most well-trained domestic dog. Going back to the geese flying high in the sky, you must know that he still accompanied the birds to forage in the feces. As an old man when foraging, he actually bent himself into a bird's posture.
None of this surprises me. I never think that bird droppings are dirty, it is much cleaner than human words.
There was one scene that impressed me deeply. A group of "Migrating Birds" photographers accidentally saw crabs swarming up on the beach to eat a waterfowl with a broken wing. The waterfowl struggled and fled around, but finally there was no way to escape, so they faced all sides. The waterfowl screamed twice in despair when the crab with its big claws came. From the beginning to the end, the photographers were shooting at the same time. At the last moment, a strong man who was responsible for carrying photographic equipment rushed in and rescued the waterbirds. The photographers didn't say anything when faced with this brawny man's actions, and there was no complaint or approval on their faces.
Some people may wonder why those people who love birds so much do not move after witnessing this scene? In fact, it's not that they don't have deep sympathy in their hearts, but they know better that that kind of sympathy belongs only to human beings who think that they are in the heart of the universe. In fact, there is an unwritten rule in this business, which is to never interfere with the natural process. Their birds are not domestic animals, because they do not have any domestication relationship in the sense of domestic animals. The birds can leave at any time. In their eyes, the photographers are just some older birds with a relatively large body and a stranger. The brawny's sympathetic behavior merely prevented the crab from foraging, and the water bird that was supposed to be buried in the crab's stomach would never return to the sky. In "The Lion King", the old lion told the little lion: It is only right for a lion to eat a deer, that is not cruel, and when a lion dies, it will turn into grass and become food for the deer. This is the law of nature. The so-called butterfly can't fly in the sea, no one bears the heart to blame. Similarly, every migrating bird that reaches the end is a miracle. But miracle is not a natural victory, and death is not a natural cruelty either. Life or death is a natural choice. In the meantime, there is something beyond value judgment.
The world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog. The ancients in China have long understood this. So, it's hard to say whether the product of the human gene mutation is noble or humble. I don’t imagine an environmentalist discussing ecological destruction events like that. No, that’s not what I want to say. What I want to say is: Even if it is such a sympathetic behavior, such a masterpiece of art that touches the soul, its value is Where is it? Perhaps no matter how splendid civilization is established, how beautiful the world is, mankind will eventually return to the earth.
Every bird has a route in its mind when it is born, and it knows where it should go. But what about humans? How many of those people who come and go on the road know their purpose?
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