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1996 French documentary "Micro World" (or translated as "Insect World"), Baidu "Micro World, Complete Works" or "Micro World, Download".

As one of the trilogy "Heaven, Earth, Man" (Migratory Birds, Micro-world, Himalayas) dedicated to the audience by French movie master Jacques behan, this film won the Best Photography and Best Editing Award at the 22nd Caesar Film Festival, although there were no subtitles, dialogues and explanations.

With unparalleled photography technology and unique shooting angle, this film magnifies the world under the forest and grass to you countless times, and insects, grass leaves and water droplets are all presented, which is spectacular. You will be surprised that there is such a world under our feet. This is the dawn, and there is a planet-like world hidden somewhere on the earth. Cao Mao has become a forest, small stones have become mountains, and small water droplets have become the sea of Wang Yang. Time passes in different ways. An hour is like a day, a day is like a season, and a season is like a lifetime. If we want to explore the world, we must keep silent, listen and watch this miracle.

If someone told you that a movie has been filmed for 20 years and spent tens of millions, and there are only 70 minutes left in the final editing, would you feel dizzy and distressed? In order to better criticize this guy who burns money and doesn't regard time as time, I found the seed of this film and looked at the title of the film "Micro World", which is very in line with the style of the details commune.

Under a forest with small ponds, there is a really small but complete world. The protagonist of this world is usually ignored by us-petals, grass leaves, dewdrops and all kinds of insects, but in front of the camera, he shows his life in detail.

I saw a butterfly change from cocoon to beautiful wings; The lingering of two snail lovers accompanied by Italian opera aria; I also saw the slow opening of a flower; Contact between two blades of grass; The muddy water splashed by raindrops is transparent enough to see the dust inside; A drop of rain fell on the grass, bouncing up black bugs; The dew on the green grass leaves gradually becomes smaller and finally disappears without a trace ... without a line, every life is busy for itself. A second is like a lifetime, and a moment is eternity. For them, the human world is so small and ridiculous. ...

I can't help but think of Fabres's Insects, "Those insects that crawl slowly or fly gracefully convey the information of distant relatives of human beings, and the tiny life also plays tragicomedy scenes, arousing our true joys and sorrows". Humans are always like this, making weapons that can destroy the earth countless times, but pinning their hopes and dreams for life on small insects. There is no middle way between the elimination of hatred and the fading of dreams-whether left or right.