Zeng Zimo: Records without Answers The first Thursday of each year is Social Visibility's birthday.Going into 2008, it's 3 years old.Some programs are finally assembled into a book, which should be the most special birthday present. More than 1,000 days and nights, our team of only four or five people accompanied me all over the country, in the corners of the fringe cities, in the remote rural fields, facing all living beings, and recorded China in the transition period with the lens and heart. Those images are either cruel or desolate, never beautiful, but they are shocking because they are real.

I remember that in the cancer village in the Han River Basin, during the interview, I was forced to shut down more than once because of the unbearable abdominal pain.Even the strongest camera can't withstand the invasion of polluted water, clutching his stomach, shuttling between the bathroom and the shooting scene.The Baihe River, which is inferior to the fifth category, is full of foam and emits a stench. We just confronted and competed with it during the two days of meals.What about those villagers who have called Baihe the mother river for generations?They cannot leave the land, they have nowhere to go.Cancer is the only destiny.

There are also those broken fingers, which I have never seen with my own eyes, but are bloody and vividly engraved deep in my mind.In the migrant workers' hospitals in the Pearl River Delta, the corridors are narrow, dark, shabby, and crowded with dilapidated hospital beds.The patients were of different ages and accents, but the thick gray gauze oozing blood on the arm showed their common destiny.A few tens of minutes away by car, the metropolis is full of feasting and feasting, and the world is full of luxury.But here, the fingers were broken, the palms disappeared, and I heard the painful groans, I was depressed, suffocated, and even split.Is this the China we are familiar with?What about a China that is as beautiful and modern as Beijing and Shanghai?How come that China, where the neon lights are piled up on the high-rise buildings, is suddenly as far away as another planet?

3 years, too much crying, too much helplessness, too much pain of life. Friends often ask, are you pessimistic after seeing too much gray life?Are you depressed?I always shake my head and say no, the countless pains of life make us learn to cherish and be content. I often think, if I was born in a cancer village and grew up drinking polluted river water, maybe the seeds of terminal illness would have been planted in my body long ago, and I would have smelled the breath of death long ago.Or, my parents were wronged and impoverished, maybe I never had the opportunity to read and write, and I had to wander and struggle at the bottom of society at a young age...

God's gift, thank you, thank you. There is no better way to be grateful than to be kind to others.Fortunately, Social Visibility gives us a platform. A 30-minute program may not be able to change the fate of others, but at least we are doing our best. In addition to perception, there is also thinking. Work injury, pollution, medical malpractice, unfair treatment... Is this a natural disaster?Or is it a man-made disaster?Is this the painful price that a rapidly transforming China must pay?Is this a true portrayal of a rapidly modernizing China?Behind the surprising but lackluster economic data, who will pay attention to those fragile lives who cannot follow the footsteps of GDP?

I often think that we are not saviors, and we cannot have the magic power to call the wind and rain, but we can start from me, from the smallest things around me, to make the world more smiling faces and let people see Seeing that a living life has the dignity that life should have. I often think that maybe our show can't give the answer, but at least we are recording. I hope that our record will never stop until "Social Visibility" ushers in its 10th and 30th birthdays...