With photography technology and shooting angle, the world under the forest and grass can be magnified countless times in front of you. Insects, grass leaves, and water droplets are all visible, and they have become a magnificent spectacle. It's dawn, and somewhere on Earth lies a huge world like a planet. The thick grass turned into a forest. Small stones turned into mountains. Small water droplets are like an ocean. Time passes in different ways. An hour is like a day, a day is like a season, a season is like a lifetime.
Microcosmos movie plot
2022-06-27 23:06
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Alda 2022-06-27 16:36:13
One flower, one world, one tree, one bodhi. In the world of insects, the smallest rock can become a mountain, and the smallest puddle can be as vast as an ocean. But even if they are small, they still live their lives seriously. The ladybug of the seven stars makes a coquettish appearance, the snails in love snuggle tightly, the dung beetle is like Sisyphus and never gets discouraged arching the dung ball, the caterpillar train marches to the end and twists in a ball, the beetle duels like a gladiator... A rain, their world will be turned upside down. But they are still alive and well. In such a wonderful world, time flows in other ways: an hour is a day; a day is a season; a season is a lifetime. Zoom out a little bit, why aren't we humans like this? In order to understand the world, we should learn to listen to their whispers quietly~
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Jamaal 2022-06-27 16:26:44
7.5/10. Bird eating insects is a monster movie, heavy rain is a disaster movie, the dung beetle is a funny movie, and the entangled snail is a love movie. Magnificent soundtrack, ending with a 2001 space odyssey feel.
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Narrator (English version): [beginning narration] A meadow in early morning, somewhere on Earth. Hidden here is a world as vast as our own, where the weeds are like impenetrable jungles, the stones are mountains, and even the smallest pond becomes an ocean. Time passes differently here: an hour is like a day, a day is like a season, and the passing of a season is a lifetime. But to observe this world, we must fall silent now, and listen to its murmurs.
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Narrator (English version): [ending narration] The night gives way once more. Nothing will stop what's now in motion, what hides in shadow, what searches forward, what flutters toward the light. Here, where time is measured out in moments, and new lives emerge from darkness, a day begins like any other. Beyond anything we can imagine, and yet almost beneath our notice.