Thoughts on flying blue butterflies.

When the legend in reality becomes a story in a movie, it will be more prosaic than the real story, because the story will always have a crown and a head, a pig's belly and a leopard's tail. Attention should be paid to the bright opening, the twists and turns of the plot, and the unity of climax and aftertaste.

However, legends, sometimes even if a node is legendary enough and a plot line is surprising enough, are sometimes far less dense than the stories made up.

How much I like those people who can fly far with a stamp. They either look for a blue butterfly, or finish an exercise, or do nothing but leave and start. They don't want to be earth-shattering They walk silently in the crowd, but their road is far longer than the people around them. Such people, you can see peace in their faces. Others who have to fly around, although their mileage has enabled them to get shiny cards, their eyes are sparkling and full of strength, but they are far from being so quiet and so long.

Even if it is adapted from a magical true story, it is not centered on "magic", but tells such a road.

Because there is no need to understand the plot, there are close-ups like photographic pictures for those insects in the tropical jungle. These photographs are by no means the records of the animal world full of preaching, but in these shots, they have magic power, so that you don't think about why, just look at the elves and breathe with the light of God.