Close to the appearance of a perfect documentary, objective, real, calm, and silent, like a place of honey recorded under the lens like a poem, the cycle of life is faithfully executed in the cycle of the four seasons. Those solemn and rough pictures are a window leading to a place forgotten by mankind, where there is a wasteland full of snow in the long winter, and there will be the vitality of the green fields when spring comes. Before this film, I had never realized that the land on the corner of the earth called North Macedonia, what kind of greatness and glory was born on him, and what kind of bleak and desolate it now decays——
"Everyone is part of the vast continent. If the waves wash away a rock, Europe will decrease. Like a cape losing a corner, like your friend or your own territory losing a piece. Everyone's death is my sorrow. "Although people have long read such verses, they don't know that they know very little, and they even turn a blind eye to the decline of a piece of land, until it is allowed to collapse from the mainland and become a wasteland. Why do we still cast our eyes on the unfamiliar wilderness and nature again and again, but because it will make us realize again that the human-centered perspective is often too arrogant.
But only in the polar regions, the evil and light of human nature are the most naked and honest.
When Hades walked across the ridge and the wilderness in a bright yellow dress, the setting sun was golden and honey was flowing gold. In this land we know nothing about, the vastness of life is respectable, and it becomes more and more insignificant. In this abandoned land, honey can only be used as a gift for the last left-behind of the village. And what Hades gave back was that she gently blew the bee on her hand and stared for a long time.
I was amazed at the natural abundance of the land of Macedonia, and at the simplicity and lack of life of the last beekeeper. The dim kerosene lamp is the only light source, and when it moves from the dim stone house, it is like the misery of a medieval monastery. The lonely beekeeper and the lonely old man had a difficult dialogue in the darkness as if they were in a Rembrandt painting.
"I can't get out. I am a tree now. But I don't want to die. I can still eat bread and drink water."
As the daughter of a beekeeper, her face has already been carved out by the gully of time. He could only silently support the mother on her lap, looking towards the light.
The beekeeper in the dark room, I always feel that she is chained, heavy there, and can only face the question of death. But when I stepped into the sun, everything became calm. I even feel that when she whispers "gift, gift of God" and lifts the slate, she feels more at ease. She is familiar with and trusts the bee colony. All of this is based on her restrained and self-examination of taking honey. "Half of you and half of me" means asking and understanding. People must live, and bee colonies must live. The more people who have seen life's hardship, the more they understand the hardships of life.
If the story flows quietly like this, I can also watch it quietly. But Quiet always seemed too humble and easy to be offended by unintentional adversaries, so there was a noisy visit from a family of nomads. As soon as they came, they began to build their own projects, rudely subdued the rebellious animal husbandry, and yelled rudely. Each other, unconsciously and rudely occupying the magpie's nest, is like the epitome of modern society.
And I don't intend to criticize them, just because people are struggling with the bottom line of survival, I can't care about decentness. But thinking deeper, it's not just a question of decentness. Even if it’s like a beekeeper, it’s not just living above and below living, just as innate delicate and compassionate, it will bring a degree of tenderness and acceptance from oneself and others, without talking about the harmonious coexistence of pedantic dogma, personally ploughing People who are familiar with nature have their own simple worldview.
I don’t know how many people have noticed all the eating scenes in this, except for the beekeeper’s mother and daughter’s bite, slow, cherished and precious eating. Like a king," he is clearly like a beast. It makes people think of the faceless man in Spirited Away who was indulged as a monster because of his desire. The honey buyer stretched out his hands to the gold-like honey again and again, and ate with big mouthfuls, the appetite would not be filled like greed. What is even more alarming is that the youngest baby in the nomad family, even such a small child, the way he has learned to survive is just grabbing everything in front of him, chewing, and swallowing.
This is as close to a fable as in Apocalypse Now. People who have no compassion for everything for the sake of fruit, treat children as wealth, and yell at their children like cows and sheep. Such people are driven by desires and nourishment. The bee that produces honey, the worm that should be tame is driven by the whirlpool of gluttony, and eventually becomes a brutal beast that protects itself. The population trap and resource curse have become a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all creatures.
People should have learned the lesson long ago, "The natural world is like layers of interlocking gears. It operates precisely and maintains a delicate ecological balance. The break of each link will cause imbalance. The substantial progress of mankind usually comes at the expense of the environment, and this hidden danger Sooner or later, it will be reversed to mankind.” This is when reading the book " Nature’s Social Network " and seeing the comments written by Li Ge, whoever destroys this proper balance will suffer the consequences.
That's why it appears that beekeepers are precious. Her profession, lifestyle, and attitude to life are all the last remaining stars that have been drawn on this land. The person who hums softly when taking out the hive, the person who rescues the drowning bee with the tips of the leaves, the person who withstands the cold and loneliness and guards the home and mother, when the transcendence is restored to the individual, she She is still an emotional and gentle woman. When her simple way had the little boy next door as a follower, she and him trek across the waist-length river, shuttled through the swarms of bees, bathed in the scorching sun, and returned home together, with the sparks of torches in the caves As a meteor chase, for some reason, I always feel that this is her least lonely moment.
That was the last time her face showed joy.
The fetters brought about by being understood by younger, non-blood children, this understanding is too consoling for beekeepers who long for the warmth of family and life, and pursue beauty even if they are hidden in the dark.
But the story took a turn for the worse. The swarm of bees died, the water dries up, people went to empty buildings, and even lost her only mother who was emotionally dependent. Thinking back to their conversation in the middle of the winter night-
"Spring, spring, can you imagine how spring will come?"
"Spring, is there still spring? I have experienced too many winters."
In the bleak winter plains, the decay of human life is no different from all things. Old people who are as old as a tree will lose even the imagination and expectation of spring before they die. All lives are in the cold that will never pass, rushing to their end in a sad and dazed manner. The beekeeper holding the hand of her sick mother, does she also feel that her life will die so quietly?
Fortunately, spring will always come again. The dead soul and spring will meet again and again in samsara. When the morning sun and vegetation once again covered the land of Macedonia, the beekeeper took her dog and was once again led by the bee colony and found golden honey. When Hikari plunged into the pupils that coexisted with olive gray and amber, I could not feel the tenacity and dignity of life for a long time.
Greedy people nurture cruelty, gentle and awe-inspiring people nurture gentleness, and that's probably the case in the world. What about you, what kind of person you choose to be.
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