Chapter 48 Section 48

To see the world through a lens, the world changes immediately, and even the most ugly things become beautiful.You had an old camera back then, and it was your other eye that accompanied you every time you went into the mountains in the countryside.You take a picture of a mountain scene, a bamboo mountain swaying in the wind, a feathery emerald green wave, fixed on the film as soon as the shutter is fired.Washed out in the room at night, although the color has been lost, the black and white contrast and bright light and shadow are very charming, as if it is a dream world.At that time, you used expired movie film, and the entire large reel was more than two hundred meters long. You asked an acquaintance to buy it from a film studio when you were still in Beijing. It cost 30 yuan, almost a gift.At that time, the film studios only made news documentaries, all of which were revolutionary propaganda celebrations, always beating gongs and drums, rejoicing, the great leader inspected the Red Guards, the hydrogen bomb exploded successfully, acupuncture anesthesia, Mao Zedong's thoughts again and again Great victory.Patients do ideological work first and then have their stomachs disemboweled, or climb Mount Chumulangma, and the red flag is flying on the roof of the world, they all switch to the newly released reddish domestic color film.But you prefer black and white photos, without the disturbance of color, you can look at them for a long time without your eyes getting tired.

You look at the colorless cottages, the gray and black tile roofs, the ponds in the drizzle, and the hens on the single-plank bridge.The black hen you especially photographed by Xuan Kouhuan, this black guy is right in front of your camera, looking up after pecking, not understanding what the camera is, staring with wide open eyes, those shiny round eyes are really real Inspiring, looking up, you see the meaning of infinity. There is also a piece of ruins, the house is full of weeds, the roof has collapsed, a dead village, no one has settled down, it is all decayed, and there is no trace of the "Great Leap Forward" that year.All the grain harvested that year was handed in, and the whole village was starving to death, including the party secretary in the village. Who would have thought that not only did the party let go, but the bus station in the county town was guarded, and it was strictly forbidden to go out and beg for food.Besides, people in the city are all rationed, and there is no way to beg for food.The older children in the mountains all remember digging kudzu root to satisfy their hunger, defecating with their buttholes up, the children poking each other with sticks, the poop balls formed by kudzu powder are as hard as stones, and it hurts to poop back, these are your students As they said, it can't be seen in the photos, but it's bleak but beautiful.Viewed through the lens of a camera, disasters can also be turned into landscapes.

You also photographed two lovely girls, the older one is eighteen years old and the younger one is fifteen years old.The eldest girl looked sideways in thought. Her father was a teacher in a middle school in the county seat. Her father's father, her grandfather, was a landlord. She was sent down to this remote mountain before finishing high school.The youngest is a junior high school student, and my father is dispensing glasses at an optical shop in the provincial capital—of course, he can't keep his daughter.In the photo, the girl looked up and giggled, as if someone had caught her itching.They have been here in the mountains for more than a year. The primary school in the village needs teachers for the resumption of classes.They were very happy when they heard you said that you would bring the students to pick tea, and they said that they should live in their elementary school, which is perfect. There are two classrooms, one for boys and one for girls.There is a wooden board in the middle, and the front is a room for them to prepare lessons and change their homework. Behind the board is a bunk bed, which is their bedroom. If you want to come, I will let you, and they can spend the night in the village.Even though they may have criticized their teachers when they were at school before going to the countryside, it can be seen that seeing you, a teacher from a middle school in the town, is like meeting relatives.They are so enthusiastic, steamed bacon for you, scrambled eggs, and made fresh bamboo shoot soup, chatting non-stop.So you took this photo, and they are not like the girls in the mountains who hide when they raise their cameras, they are quite generous!You still made a gesture, and when the little girl couldn't hold her breath and giggled, you squeezed the shutter.After printing it out, you find that the big girl avoids the camera with her eyes so melancholy, and the other girl has a kind of indulgence that is rare for girls in her smirk, all of which are reflected on the steep rock wall and the thick black of the old birch tree. Under the technical fork.

In spring and April, the eyes are full of greenery, and the tea season is about to be mined. He enters along the valley, climbs over a big mountain, and crosses the wooden bridge built on the deep stream with the whole tree trunk. The stream is noisy and the sun is next to him. The production team mainly grows tea and moso bamboo.He climbed to a sloping field halfway up the mountain, found the production team leader who was digging holes for corn seeds, and agreed to bring 30 students from the town to pick tea for ten days. Come on, firewood, vegetables, oil, salt, tofu and so on will be provided by the team, and will be deducted from the wages at that time.It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and if he wants to go back to town, he won't have to walk in the middle of the night in the mountains!Two young teachers left him overnight at school.

It gets dark early in the mountains, and the school playground is already dark after the sun goes down on the rock wall.The village was shrouded in mist rising from the stream, and the men and women who worked on the mountain were returning home with hoes on their shoulders. The village was also lively, with dogs barking and people's voices, and cooking smoke rose from the roofs. The humidity outside the house was very heavy, so the eldest girl lit a charcoal fire in the firepit and boiled a pot of hot water for him to wash his feet.He ran the mountain road for a day, and soaking his feet in hot water not only relieved his fatigue, but also enjoyed it.Another girl brought her soap.They sat under the kerosene lamp to correct the students' homework for a while, and the villagers came after dinner. There were men, young children, and half-sized children.Most of the men gathered around the firepit, and the young men crowded under the oil lamp on the table to shake their poker cards, and the two girls piled their homework books aside.There are also a few village girls who are waiting to marry, and women who become mothers probably have to stay busy in their own houses.The children ran in and out, making a lot of noise, while the men flirted with the village girls, and the mountain girls were all hot-mouthed.The two girls from the city were much sweeter and soft-spoken, but they also changed the student accent they had spoken to him before, and they uttered dirty words from time to time, and they were not forgiving.This small school is also a night club for the villagers, and everyone is very happy.

"The lights are off, the lights are off! The teacher is gone" Tianshan Road has worked hard, and I'm going to sleep! "The eldest girl started to chase people away, and the crowd dispersed reluctantly. The two girls also said good night to him, and left with the last person. The charcoal fire was left behind, dimly lit, and the room suddenly became deserted.The draft from the dark classroom is chilly.He went to close the door and blew it open as soon as it closed.When I closed it again, I found that there was no bolt. The door panel and the door frame were full of nail holes, but the bolt was pulled out.He calmed down for a moment, then went to the classroom to close the door, but he couldn't touch the door bolt in the dark, the iron buckle that inserted the door bars behind the two doors fell down firmly, but the door bars were not where, so he dragged a desk to hold it.Go back to the room, take the oil lamp, go to the inner room separated by half a wooden wall, and there is a small door at the end, which leads to the classroom on the other side.The bolt nailed to the side of the door was also pulled out, leaving only the iron buckle on the door frame.Fortunately, the door frame was tight and could still be closed, so he didn't go out to see if the door to the classroom over there could still be closed.There is nothing to steal in this room, except for the two helpless girls from the city who usually sleep here.

He blew out the lamp, took off his shoes, socks and clothes, lay down and listened to the mountain wind, howling like a beast in his throat, the sound of the wind passing by and the sound of water coming from the deep stream.I didn't sleep well that night, I seemed to be half awake, and I always felt that some wild animal would break in at any time.When I got up early and lifted the quilt, I saw stains all over the gray and white old sheets, and the two pillows were also covered with such marks, and I couldn't help feeling sorry. On the way back!He thought about his student Sun Huirong, and found that the countryside had become increasingly useless over the years. He hid himself well. Although he gained inner peace, he could face the mountain for a long time and look at the endless noise. The stream, thinking of nothing, is more like an aphid.