1 Last year's sailing competition, teammate and I found a good position in the middle of the bridge over the Charles River against the machine, waited and waited, and started to take the front face when they rowed over. I didn’t think I was shocked by the scenery when I went back to edit the film: it was a cloudy afternoon, everything seemed so clear in the lens; the sky was low and calm, the river was quiet and wide, and the sound of cheering on the shore was actually playing the game. In the fierce competition of student athletes, they appear vague and distant. Gradually they paddled away, and they couldn't even see their backs, but from a distance they saw a group of geese suddenly flying together. Everything is so quiet and powerful, waiting to erupt.
2 The "Occupy Movement" that broke out in North America last fall. I'm going to make a film. I heard that they were planning to use the local Federal Reserve office building as the start of the march, and a group of reporters and I were waiting there. The feeling of the news scene is very refreshing: different stations parked cars, different live hosts. As a result, the group of demonstrators chose another road leading to the building of the Federal Reserve. From a distance, everyone saw the front end of the parade gradually approaching. People in the parade should walk towards the camera, not shoot people's heels and buttocks). In other words, we must resist the machines and run to the gate of the Federal Reserve before them. My machine is relatively amateur and small, so I carry it on my shoulders as soon as I carry it, with a tripod in one hand and three bags (my own bag, tripod bag, and machine bag) in the other. I really ran there panting, quickly set up the machine and adjusted it. The time is just right-the parade is coming in my direction, shouting "We-Are-the 99 percent! We-Are-the 99 percent!" They walked back against the light, their voices were majestic, and slogans were flying all over the sky. , The police car and motorcycle headlights were turned on, the police sirens sounded loudly, and live ammunition was carried around the waist to block the gate of the Federal Reserve. The marchers used thin bicycles against the police motorcycles, and their hands on the handlebars trembled. At that moment, standing in the very center of this noisy world, I never felt so quiet. I have never been so close to my dream.
Dedicated to all of you who have the same dream.
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