Looking at the figure of the lost man staggering on the ice and snow under the setting sun, who could not feel the deep sense of loneliness that is no different from human beings?
Ici, sous la glace; nagent les poissons; ici, sur la glace, souffle la tourmente. Et souffre les marchanteuses pat la faim.
The two voice protagonists in this one speak very gentle and soothing French with very clear articulation. People can't help but have the urge to be a dictée.
When I saw the mother penguins avoid the ferocious big fish and find food with difficulty, I realized that the game of eating fish was so cruel.
And when they were on their way back to the children, they quickened their pace in order to bring them food quickly, and when they fell down on the ice and snow, it felt almost like a pilgrimage.
Qui va gagner? La vie? Ou l'hiver? This is the fight. Who will win? Winter, or life?
After those days and nights full of incomparably harsh struggles for survival, when the fragile and tiny head poked out of the hole in the eggshell that had already turned black, a faint soft drop of water sounded in the ear at the right time. The music brought tears to my eyes. Life has never been so shocking.
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