I have never placed any hope in any government or organization. The progress of human history has never been driven by huge institutions. Those meeting executives who shook hands and talked happily were like piercing a knife on the surface of the world, and then approaching the lackeys they cultivated with a smile. The media asked with concern, "World, how are you, be careful not Caught cold."
But look, what kind of killings are taking place on that island. Thousands of dolphins were hung upside down on the boat, and the carcasses rowed across the once meek sea. The fishermen laughed and looked at the blood-stained sea, turned around and continued the slaughter with the decaying institutions.
When I saw the Minister of Fisheries completes it killing scene, he looked up the first sentence is "when and where do you take it " when I am angry;
when I see the media hide a secret deal makes the local dolphin meat I was angry when the students were poisoned with mercury;
when I saw the shameless fisherman holding the middle finger, picking up the camera and facing the group of volunteers, I was outraged.
This is your child, your village, your home, your earth, your friend! How cruel and cruel you are, how obsessed with the bloody smell of killing!
I remember that after watching "Battle Royale", I remembered what Kutcher said, a living body can only have a righteous mind when it is intact. I know that depravity and destruction are inherently easy and straightforward. I know that the cruelty of human nature has always been displayed at the expense of other species. I know that human beings are so cruel that they are even more cruel than human beings.
I've really been as firm as a faith once, and we'll stay naked forever.
I really thought that kindness, peace and equality will be the mainstream of human society in the future.
I really believed in the bloody label of idealism so much, and I believed it made me keep hitting the South Wall without ever backing down.
When Ric finally entered the venue with the screen recording the truth about the massacre, I cried again. When I watched this slightly rickety old man standing firmly in the center of the meeting place, facing a group of decent suitors without any fear, I felt that my heart was cramped for no reason, and my fingers were full of commands from the heights of the ice in this season. It was horribly bitterly cold.
Those smiling dolphins with a strong desire to communicate with humans were dragged into the bottom of the sea in batches. The blood-stained sea kept beating against the rocks, emitting deafening fury, and the dolphins' flustered sonar was chilling. Looking at those indifferent faces, I arched my back and felt cold.
I pinched my finger fiercely and swear to myself: I will never watch a dolphin show again in my life. I'm going to take a diving license, and I'm going to the sea to tell them in person that if someone takes you away, someone must release you.
Because I, no matter when, will always be a stubborn idealist. Even if plain clothes are good, even if life is unbearable, I still remember the blood in my eyes, and will always be with this world.
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