If I hadn't watched this film at mealtime, the emotions brought by the visual impact would have been more pleasing to the eyes, so although I didn't know until the end of the film, how stubborn the insects that accompanied me almost my entire childhood were. The name will not feel a little regrettable. The strange thing is that human eyes seem to learn to filter tiny information with age. When I was a child, my grandmother's cherry tree was covered with caterpillar cocoons. Fascinated by the wall; the ants were like aliens back then, whether they wanted to invade the bag or the strap of the sandal, and now I can't remember the last time I saw these terrible creatures.
None of them have changed, and I have grown taller. For insects and humans, the comparatively large size may ignore each other just like their smallness, but since they were born, they rely on instinct to survive and develop without a teacher, while the initial baby form of human beings is fragile for a year and a half. Inseparable from care. In the same way, when I think that I should be as ugly in their eyes as they are in my own eyes, my heart can be much calmer because of the depression of life. In a hurry, Baiyun Canggou, all other life may be just a moment of my life, then whose life and world will be dotted with my time and twists and turns?
"Microscopic World" is suitable for viewing together with "Travel to the Edge of the Universe". The extreme size and size have exceeded the limit that human eyeballs can accept. They are like needle-pointed wheat awns when human beings lose the sensitivity of their physical senses. The blood washes the stimulated parts, and the cold and deep touch will drive away the heat in the air and the emptiness in the body.
The film begins with a walk in the clouds. The overhead shot effectively cultivates our God's perspective while adding a sense of distortion that cannot be grounded. It seems that it is your own soul that is flying over this grassland and singing with all things. The little boy's song had been in my music library for a long time before I saw this film. At the time, it was only attracted by an unobtainable weirdness and purity in my voice, but I didn't think it came from it. The joy in the morning, the refreshing air in the morning, the heat in the noon, the play in the afternoon, the silence in the night until the dawn calls again, the busyness and happiness that this microscopic world has to experience in just one day is no less than ours, or even caused by it. Its persistence is more worthy of respect. This makes people feel daunting, perhaps we are also like a small caterpillar, which has been enlarged countless times and curled up and around the world like thin ice.
How can we appreciate the gift of a drop of water when the day is filled with hastily acquired information and the meaning of life is almost conceptualized and becomes increasingly distant? It may be the Yulu that quenches thirst for the whole family after the march of an ant family, it may be a precious doll that two little bugs slapped a ball with laughter and scolding, it may be the medicine that a mother brought back to her child over the mountains, or even it It can also turn into a bomb when it falls from the sky and blast off a beetle on a blade of grass! It watches the whole world tenderly and remains silent, silently dedicating all of itself and reminding the ultimate destination of all things.
The slowly blooming flowers and the stretched blades of grass open up the curves of their bodies in front of the continuous camera. The insects hurriedly wash their faces and rub their bodies with the joy of natural actors, for fear of sullying the cleanliness of this home. A fairy tale! The industrious bee girl sings and gathers honey, and the ants that always appear side by side with the bees in the villain are even more diligent in storing grain and laboring, but it turns out that what adults can watch will not be pure and pure things like fairy tales. The little ladybug tried her best to climb up behind the big ladybug that was more than two laps bigger than him, trying to start a piston movement. Not far away, the two snails were busy mingling with each other. If textbooks can reflect the sanctity and vitality of this half, childhood will not be spent with idiots mixed with innocence, ignorance revealed in innocence.
"Microcosm" not only tells us that all creatures in this world are busy fighting and surviving, but that the understanding of life it shows is precisely meaningless. There is no need for Gezhu's hard thinking, everything will come naturally. You can die for tens of millions in minutes, and I can also be moved by a dung beetle who perseveres in bringing food home. What about natural selection and survival of the fittest, I have been here and I am proud. When a life slowly descends from the water into this world, it will slowly change from the imposing manner of a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers to awe of nature until it is peacefully accepted, please enjoy this process.
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