Life is walking, love is spreading in the snow

Tressa 2022-04-12 08:01:01

In your life,
when you are at the end of your life, there is
only one person to accompany you ,
but
this person has always lived in another world, this
person does not understand your language
and culture, different
values,
but people's purest love is forever
...

Fighting for
life, I have to continue walking in the
snow. The
lover in the snow is

walking on the walk ... 1. It is recommended to watch the interview and filming in the disc, very great 2. The filming diary of snow walker http://www.snowwalkerthemovie.com/diary .htm 3. The camera inside is cool









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Extended Reading
  • Tremaine 2022-04-12 08:01:01

    The same is the plane accident, survive. Much better than Max Mikkelsen's North Pole.

  • Bobby 2022-04-12 09:01:11

    After receiving a gift of two rare walrus tusks, pilot Charles, played by Barry Pepper, transports a sick girl, Kannalaq, to ​​the hospital, where a plane crashes and Charlie is left in the wilderness far from the city. Charlie manages to get to the nearest military base through the endless snow, having to leave the sick, dying young girl behind. Under the ravages of nature, he passed out, and the girl who followed quietly saved him. In the following days, with the help of the girl, the male protagonist learns to hunt and learn to fear the gods. On the last night, the girl with a high fever left her boots to the male protagonist. Early in the morning, the male protagonist found a line of footprints at the University of Montreal...

The Snow Walker quotes

  • Kanaalaq: Walk well, my brother.

  • Shepherd: Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.