In the new issue of the photography magazine, there is a text introducing Ejinagi Banner, and a set of pictures of the poplar forest. When Qiu Fan saw this set of photos, he just played photography soon, very some obsession. On the picture, the golden poplar forest stood upright in the vast Gobi desert, with a kind of tenacious vitality. And those withered vines and stumps fell to the ground broken wood, the twisted coiled branches also contains a convincing power. What moved Qiu Fan even more was a picture named "Love", in which a leaf of soft green reached out from a dead branch and spread out in the sunlight. Yang Wei's words made Yang Yun nod her head, and she consciously practiced more vaulting and free gymnastics with her feet. Hand injury healed, Yang Yun's vaulting level improved by a large margin, free gymnastics stability obviously strengthened, her all-around skills steadily rising. Soon, Yang Yun ushered in a period of glory: in the Fourth City Games won four gold medals in the team, all-around and vault, balance beam. Qufan immediately marveled at the poplar's proud grandeur, he was shocked by the color, by the composition, by the author's intention, and by the love that only needs a little water, a little sunshine and a little warmth to be alive and infinite.
"Blackie, who shot this group? This buddy is good!" Qiu Fan called his friend at the magazine, he wanted to know more about the author. The author, He Zheng, must be a man of iron.
"Dude? You want to meet? It's just right, you go to Ejinagi Banner, he is still picking up wind over there!"
"Do you have his phone number? How do I contact him Xu Tao expressed willingness to listen."
"Oh, not for the time being, arrive and then say!" Blackie a few words, sent Qufan to the side, "go shoot Hu just arrived in Shenzhen, not familiar with life, would like to tamp down the foundation first, from an ordinary web designer to start. However, one has no experience, two have no education, three have no English foundation, want to enter a large company can be more than the sky, can only first find a computer training does not require work experience to make do, no matter what food, the monthly salary of less than 500 yang, can only barely maintain a straitjacketed life. Yang it, there is a photographer's paradise, especially in the fall!"
After two days on the train and one day in the car, Qufan has been exhausted. But once into the Ejinagi Banner House Dalai Hubu town, the sudden appearance of the scenery in front of the eyes of Qiu Fan instantly refreshed. The golden poplar forest under the setting sun is brilliantly luminous, and the gurgling river at the edge of the forest is the best greeting to the guests who have come from afar. At this time, the poplar trees are strong in autumn.
The town of Dalaihubu is a quiet town, a main street, the building is not high. The streets are gray and bare, and you can't see a bit of poplar shadow, which is not quite consistent with the usual concept of a desert oasis. Everywhere you can see three or two travelers, dressed in various colors of windbreaker, not slow wandering, but became another kind of scenery.
Historically, Ejinagi Banner was once a place of abundant water and grass, with hundreds of kilometers of the Jiuyan Sea, and the Black River, which is known as the weakest of the three thousand waters, only to take a dipper to drink. Unfortunately, the Black River is now broken, the Juyan Sea is drying up, and the former soft oasis is now turning into a desert. Looking at these, Qiu Fan vaguely feel some heartache.
Most of the tourists here are here for the photography festival, for the history of Ejinar, how many people care? Qiu Fan marveled at the trials and tribulations of this border town. He remembered the photos, the land of the ancestors like this poplar forest, in order to survive in order to free and tenacious life here.
The sky of Erzina, very clean. Qiu Fan envied those who have the leisure to view the people, but he can only find a random residence, quickly wash and sleep. Tomorrow morning, but also rushed to go outside the city to see the sunrise of the poplar forest.
Both sides of the fujina river is full of wild poplar forests, every other road there is a dao bridge, total **** eight road. The locals named a few dao bridge, each bridge style is different, all he had more than once speculated that the woman's life, every time he felt funny and ridiculous. What is the point of thinking about this? He already has a wife and a living son, so it is too immoral to think about another woman! The night before Mr. Lin's return, I quietly paced to the back of the school building, thinking painfully all night. I knew what kind of resistance this "teacher-student love" was going to face, and I even had a feeling that the outcome might be tragic. I deduced one horrible outcome after another, and warned myself over and over again that I had to break off this emotion. But in the end, all the determination and occasional sanity collapsed in front of the crazy emotions. Love him, love him with your life, love him with your youth! Yes, sing a contemporary version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, act out a Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet! As the dawn in the east dyed the morning sun slightly red, a resolute and bold decision was also brewing in my mind: to express my love to Mr. Lin, at the very moment when I next saw him. But his thoughts were instantly consumed by the woman in the window. Why, he thought, hadn't a letter been sent to that window? If that were the case, wouldn't he be able to get up close and personal with her? That woman must have a charming figure and a silvery bell-like laugh ...... At this moment, his dream was no longer to be a tour guide, but to turn into a letter carrier, a letter carrier who could deliver a letter for the woman in the window! It is a good place for viewing and shooting. Especially two dao bridge, both ends of the bridge are dense poplar forests, forests and grass, red willow beach, and yurts, camels and sheep.
The day just dawned, Qufan looked at the river in the evening wind, I want to say something. Just walk in the direction pointed out by the locals. Around the sporadic few people are ready to go to shoot the Gobi sunrise. By the light of the stars, can I remember very clearly, that day, I drove to the suburbs, halfway to the car suddenly broke down, could not fire, slamming on the gas pedal does not help. On that day, when he finished playing the wonderful piano on the stage, the audience was mesmerized. In time his name spread through the streets and no one looked down on him anymore. He had made a place for himself in Paris with his talent. I was so anxious, got out of the car, circled around the car, just can't find the problem, so angry that I kicked the car hard feet, how to be bad in the middle of the road, behind the piece of heavenly horns. I saw the silhouettes of the trees on both sides of the highway, which were as dark and rolling as hills. The sky is misty white, only to a sandy slope, far away, the bright red sun has come out, across the curved river, across the water's edge of the woods, across the sand dunes, is so bright and beautiful.
Qufan stepped on the soft sand underfoot back to the main road. Under the Erdao Bridge, a sliver of tents by the river, colorful. In front of a tent, a woman is looking down and carefully wiping the camera.
This is how Qufan met Ye.
When Qufan looked down toward the bridge, Ye looked up and saw him. As he turned off the highway and headed toward the campground, Qufan said to himself, I'm just interested in her camera. Ye Ci had just come down from the sand dunes next to her tent, as if she was waiting for someone. When she saw Qufan, she looked at the "intruder" with interest, graciously let him sit down, and naturally chatted about photography.
"Photography, is it about chance, or is it about seriousness, finding an angle that most people can't understand, and using it to delight yourself?" Ye asked him. Ye Zi asked him, she said she chose to be serious, chose to insist. Qufan, on the other hand, said, "I she was a little embarrassed, yesterday was too out of shape, but received his call still feel so excited so heartbeat. Hey, she said softly, she realized that her voice actually has the winks of a little girl. Probably more envious of some people's luck. And, of course, enough photographic skill to express the feeling well."
Choufan studied art and has a decent sense of color. "In fact, photography and painting are like brothers, painting is the older brother and photography is the younger brother. The younger brother always follows the older brother behind, so that the experience of painting creation, can be unreservedly all for the photography borrowed. For example, she did not care about the soft gray, casually put aside in the bag. The picture can be quiet and serene; blue and black with the mysterious cold; verdant is life, white is pure; a large green is low and soothing, small pieces of gold is cheerful and lively ...... color of photography, as if the blood of life. It can be said that 'success is also color, failure is also color'." Leaves listening carefully, from time to time micro British love trapped in infertility slightly nodded to express approval, eyelashes in front of Qufan blinking ah blink. That's because Ye Zi wandered off, she was wondering why this person appeared at this time, to give her art lessons, there is such a deep sense of color it.
But fate still came, but came very quickly. Yang Feng always do not believe that he is so easy to fall into the love net. But it's just as well that he's got a special place in his heart for that woman.
When we talk about the happy place, the leaf giggle echoed in the quiet forest. Like a bright yellow poplar forest that is visible in the sky, Qufan imagined. Next to the river quietly flowing, the sound of the wind faintly over the ears. It was on the side of the road, but away from the hustle and bustle. Qiu Fan felt that the dome of the sky above his head was so deep and blue that it was dizzying. He was intoxicated in this yellow and blue pure color space, as if everything around him disappeared, except the leaves.
A truck sped past, bringing the sound of leaves rustling. Qhuvan looked back at the leaves. "I think you are very kind, as if an old friend 1." Ye Ci smiled and stood up, asking Qufan, "I'm going to go around somewhere else, are you going?"
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the golden leaves of the poplar. Qiu Fan followed the leaves and walked along the river. The poplar reflected in the river, its graceful trunk dipped in the water, crystalline and moist. From time to time, the two of them took a view of the river, the bent trunk of a dead tree hanging down into the river, a clump of red willows growing madly in the sand. The summer heat was back.
"It seems like the leaves over there aren't yellow enough to be perfect." The leaves said with a little regret.
"Is it? If they were all golden leaves, there would be no layers. The transition of green and yellow at this time can shoot the flavor of the alternation of time." Qufan said seriously.
"In fact, the fact that the leaves are not yellowed through means that there will still be more brilliant, that is hope. If the too perfect moment passes, it is not far from the sadness of the leaf fall, right?" There is some sadness in the voice of the leaves.
Qiu Fan acquiesced to this statement in his heart, and for some reason a faint melancholy welled up in his heart. He realized that the lens was becoming less and less able to fully satisfy him. "Ye Ci, even if the scenery is beautiful, if you take too many shots, there will be no novelty. Everyone shoots the same thing, and there will be no part of themselves."
Ye Zi picked up the camera and put it down again. She stared at Qiu Fan and said word for word, "Sometimes, I feel the same as you. I always feel that I have taken enough pictures, but I just can't stop. Later, I realized that what each photo captures is not only the scenery, but also my mood at that time. The same piece of poplar forest, in different moods at different times, in front of the camera is also a different look." Ye Ye's voice contains delight.
Qiu Fan felt that this girl is very different. With her, a tacit understanding is slowly growing. In the air, there is a fresh breeze and bright sunshine. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the forest, and the scene was in the camera, but also in my heart. Qiu Fan found himself slowly realized the meaning of the words of the leaves, his eyes poplar forest seems to be more upright than when he first arrived more colorful. Was it because of her?
"Ye Zi, I've seen a set of photos of the poplar, and it's the best set I've ever seen that felt the best. It's the only one that expresses what I'm feeling right now, like I'm trying to say it with my camera. Its author should be here too, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to have seen it."
"Who is the author?"
"His name is He Zheng."
Leaf looked at Qufan with some surprise, as if he had something to say.
"You know him?" Qiu Fan looked at Ye Ci's strange expression and couldn't help but ask.
"Oh no, just heard about it. Why do you want to see her?"
Of course, all of this was hidden from his father. Yang Jiaming's blind story is made up very round: I have been in love with Li Huiyuan for a long time, and now she is pregnant, so it is just the right time to get married. Yang's father met Li Huiyuan once and was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law. So a grand wedding was soon organized.
"I don't know, a feeling, I guess, like an old friend's. Those photos, it's like they're telling a story."
Suddenly, Leaf pointed to the leaves in the treetops overhead. "Look at this - leaves." And with that, he giggled again.
Those gorgeous colors slowly lit up in Qufan's eyes. If it was He Zheng, he would spring again when the hormones injected by the cure made her more than two rounds fatter. She was too weak to go to the stadium to watch the game, and she wondered if that boy, Minjia, was still sitting on the bench. She didn't know that Minka had once spent a summer of tenderness waiting for her to show up, just to give herself a crayon drawing. What's in the shot?
In fact, the leaf is also a little confused, why so coincidental? Why some people also make her feel familiar, like an old friend as intimate.
The two stopped a to go to the direction of the strange woods one day overtime late, go home and open the TV to see a family mediation program. The first time I saw a man with a woman older than his own ten years of love, but was surrounded by everyone's opposition. But the two lovers got together despite their family's opposition, and a mediation expert was helping them communicate with their families. She was only six years older than me. I remember it clearly. Passing car.
The sun shone brightly. Without summer, the windy desert Gobi becomes much more docile. Flat highway, all the way forward. The river meanders, rolling sand dunes peacefully layered on both sides of the river, a few poplar forests in the wrong order on it. The car slowly traveled to the water cut off in the road, Qiu Fan has a kind of time reversal fantasy, as if everything here from the beginning of the heavens and earth has been this way.
The strange forest used to be a large and prosperous poplar forest, because of the lack of water and dried up, only the broken branches left. The trees are still standing, coiled and twisted in strange shapes, as if they were once dying on the edge of life. But now there is only a silent cry, stabbing at the sky to tell the injustice. Qiu Fan does not believe that those trees are dead, he believes that there must be traces of life here, even if those withered branches that have been trampled to pieces are so that people feel desperate and helpless.
The leaf seemed to have been here before, and she led Qufan through the trunks of the trees. She pointed to a poplar, one with many branches and leaves. It is in This method is what is now called biogas power generation, and its significance is great. Because less and less energy exists in the world, new sources of energy need to be opened up to meet the needs of economic development and people's lives. Tree branches and leaves in the bushes is a useless thing, after let Pan's test, actually can turn waste into treasure, not only can open up new energy sources, but also can make the barren mountains into good land. People thus have a new understanding of tree branches and leaves hazelnut, called them "green gold". This method was soon popularized all over the world. In the surrounding scenery, it is particularly precious. It is lonely: standing on the slope, watching over the space that will soon be dead You found me in the thick smoke in the theater, to help you with the same hold plate me, the expression on my face from surprise to smile, and then you made a cover your mouth action, said be careful, don't be choked. So you took your mask off and put it around my face. Qufan was a bit helpless and couldn't get a peaceful view with his camera raised, he didn't want to make it eternal in such a way.
"It will live another three hundred years!" Leaf said. The roots of the tree *** In the outer part, a tender shoot quietly stretches out. Perhaps it was because the sunlight was no longer as strong as it had been at midday that gave it enough courage to face the world outside. The sheen of the leaves wavered crystalline underneath the leaf's eyes as she concentrated on the beginning of her work. If the theme was compared to the soul of a work, then the author's soul was in the luster of this small leaf. Qiu Fan looked at the leaf in front of him, and the feeling of déjà vu grew stronger. He remembered He Zheng.
In the slanting sun, the sky then all the other friends advised that the buddy should choose a decent restaurant, at least what is a buffet, or something is not very delicious, but the atmosphere and mood is very in place of the Western restaurant. However, the buddy quickly understood Hou's meaning and arranged the proposal here. Blue, let the heart if the stop "You did not say that work is very busy it, I am also busy, no time to find you..." water.
"You've been here before, right?" Qufan didn't want to plunge himself into speculation as he asked Leaf.
"Used to come here this time last year to photograph the desert sunrise."
"Then also photographed the poplars, and the strange forest?"
"Yes!"
Qufan suddenly saw two capital letters "HZ" at the logo of Ye's camera bag strap.
Going to see the sunset in the desert was an appointment between the two.
In the evening, together to eight Dao Bridge, the end is the edge of the Badanjilin Desert.
I don't know how long I've been walking, but I can only see pieces of poplar along the road, which has turned into red willow bushes. Like a gust of dark red smoke, floating in the distance, the wind can never blow them away. Weather changes are unexpected. Outside the car window is the sky sand, and more violent Zhu Xiaodi's face "Teng" a red, she waved a small fist, do vicious: "sophistry! I don't care what Maiteng or Tengmai, first, don't wishful thinking, self-centered, when your little eyes grow up, maybe I'll look at you; second, please pay attention to the scale of your words, beware of I'll go to court to sue you! Lie. It seems that just after leaving the woods, the sand and dust fell from the sky, the windows of the car were snapped by the wind, and the driver had to slow down the speed of the car.
It was hard to get to the destination, Qufan was just about to push open the car door when he saw Ye Ye's exposed face.
"Ye Ci, put on the sarong!"
"Lost ...... it yesterday, when I went to pick up the wind."
"Use this!" Qufan puts a large dark green square scarf Hepburn takes the voucher and leaves, and Carl says to everyone that he's crazy. Everyone nods in agreement and says that if they weren't crazy, they wouldn't have bought the same number. Someone said Hepburn lost love, his girlfriend Mary abandoned him, this blow to him a lot. When everyone heard this, they realized that Hepburn had become mad because of his lost love, and they all said, "Poor man, I hope he will come to his senses soon!" However, looking at his confused appearance, I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up in this life. Kind-hearted Carl at this point would like Hepburn to win the lottery, he has the money, maybe Mary will come back to him, he will come to his senses. Fold it into a triangle and hand it to her. Leaf took it and put it around her face, showing only her eyes. Qufan takes the dark green windscreen off again and hides it for Ye. Ye Ci saw Qufan on the other side of the lenses, surprisingly scrutinizing himself so seriously. Suddenly, Qiu Fan laughed out loud, "Like ...... like ......" There was no mirror here, and Ye Ci wanted to know what she had become, and hurriedly asked, "Like What, in the end like what ah?" Qufan slowly collected his laughter and looked at Ye Ci. "Like the Leaf in my imagination!" The words came out slowly, word by word.
Ye did not make a sound, Qiu Fan can not see Ye's expression, but the mother called late at night with the sound of crying, let He Jie realize the seriousness of the problem of. The story of the parents is clichéd and simple. 49 years old at the same age, the parents have a situation near the end of their lives - the father is having an affair. The father had taken up with a girl 21 years his junior, a student who had come to study painting with him, and youthful *** coupled with like-minded interests had the two quickly throwing everything away for love. The father moved out of the house and asked the mother for a divorce. The mother had previously kept it from Hejae, thinking that forbearance and persuasion would save the marriage, until the father sent the divorce papers and the mother finally broke down and told her daughter everything. He felt her smiling.
Pushing open the door of the car, the wind whistled in, and the person was blown backward. The grains of sand hit his face with a little numbing pain.
The sun is like a red disk, sticking to the ground, will slowly dissolve into the sky a touch of red. The earth dyed with the color of the setting sun, from gold, red, orange, purple to black behind. The wind gradually stopped, and the leaves that were just closing their eyes to listen to the wind had already taken out the camera hidden in their arms. The desert became soft again, as if the wind and sand raging a second ago were all imagined. Qufan couldn't help but be impressed by the moment. The dunes in the setting sun had a rich texture, and the golden afterglow swept over the smooth undulating dunes, like the rich and delicious chocolate in the advertisement, and like the soft and delicate human body with curvaceous beauty. The rippling texture of the desert surface spreads in a circle around your feet, and the wave-like contours of the sand peaks are like a dream floating in the sea.
In the distance came a vague camel ***, is it a hallucination? Qufan looked up, a team of camels are slow in the golden light so many years outside, every I still love Wusheng, hopelessly in love. Millet still love Jia Ming, sincere love. Jia Ming began to desperately chase me, Wusheng also began to desperately chase millet. Is it hard to believe that they're also in agreement? There are banquets must be dishes, but no one asked her salty anymore, and there is no that waiting for a meal more suited to their tastes. She often glanced back at the mess that filled the table as she dispersed and left, locking eyes with the remaining plates. Walking slowly, the camel's graceful silhouette was stretched by the setting sun. It was as if Qufan saw the picture that was about to come out of Ye Zi's lens. Instead, he photographed Ye's focused back, with the traveling camel in the background. Soon the sun sank below the horizon. The light faded, and the afterglow lingered.
"Sometimes opportunity is really important! If we hadn't bumped into that team of camels just now, the setting sun of the Gobi would have been too normal." Ye Zi is a little excited.
But what I saw was more beautiful than the sunset. Qufan thought.
"Ye Ye, will I see you again in the future?"
"Yes, like an old friend." Ye Ci kept a little secret in her heart, and she was secretly happy about it.
The last night in Ejinjina, like fire eyes will follow him, because she cares for him. In a foreign land, in the cold morning, she knew that everything he did was for her. Had he done it in his first love? Did he do it in his first marriage? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that for a long time, it was like they were living in a manhole of ice, with cold air everywhere, and two people, even more strangers. The scenery.
Back half a month, Qufan has been missing the leaves and that dreamlike beautiful Ejinagi Banner, but has not been to the leaves to go to a phone call.
"Heizi, I didn't run into He Zheng. It's a pity."
"So what have you been up to?"
"Met an amazing girl who also plays with photography, it's awesome ......"
"Hehehe ...... that's right! !" Qiu Fan didn't understand the meaning of Hei Zi's words. He always felt that He Zheng was not far away from him, maybe they had rubbed shoulders in Ejina.
In the new issue of the photography magazine, Qiu Fan's "Back Shadow" was also published.
He also saw a picture of a camel walking against the light on the edge of a golden-red dune, by He Zheng. Could it be that he was there at the time? It can't be. Qiu Fan secretly pondered.
"Hey, Blackie? Is He Zheng a man or a woman?"
"I didn't say she was male!"
"It's Ye, for sure!" Qufan excitedly threw the book into mid-air and hurriedly dialed Ye Ci's number.
"Is it Ye Ci? Ye Ci, what's your name? Is it He Zheng? Isn't it?" Over there just laugh.
Qufan felt so stupid. He remembered the letters on the backpack strap, wasn't that He Zheng's initials?
"Ye Zi, I'm going to find you ......"
"I'll wait for you."
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