What is life like? The lights are dim and people come and go, blurring too much thinking about the fragility of life. Humans use white clothes and clanging medical equipment to build a strong security door for life. The gorgeous lines of the drama whitewash the essence of life, making the world think that life is strong enough to be indestructible. As a result, so many ignorant people give up easily, and they continue to fight for their lives, one after another. I'm too lazy to give them sympathy, thinking that my sympathy has long since evaporated. It was not until I finished reading "Kekexili" that I realized that my sympathy was overflowing, enough to drown the hundreds of Tibetan antelope corpses in the desert, and enough to comfort the victims who worked hard for the Tibetan antelope. Maybe it's just because I'm tired, tired of the flashy sound of the city, tired of the colorful night sky, tired of the procrastination of Korean dramas, until the pale picture of "Kekexili" giving me too much life aroused my reclusive thinking. The film begins with the death of mountain ranger Jamba. In the poacher's camp, the bound Jamba witnessed the killing of a Tibetan antelope without any struggle, and watched calmly. His eyes are not anger, not fear, not sad, but empty, that is the powerlessness of human beings on the edge of life but unable to do anything, a kind of mental exhaustion. "Come on, you let him go." There was no anger in the words, just a plain explanation. The subordinates obediently took out the knife and began to untie the rope. "Bang!" It was simply forceful, and the person who untie the rope was stunned when a pool of blood splattered. There was no time to think, no time to calm down, and a death came to an abrupt end like this. However, when I was still immersed in Jamba's eyes, a greater shock broke into my vision unceremoniously. A pile of Tibetan antelope carcasses, dripping with blood, lay in the depressing wilderness without warning. At this moment, what I have is not only sympathy, but also anger and despair. Poor people, for the sake of money, have come here indifferently, ignoring the survival of other lives, but they don't know that they have forced themselves into a dangerous situation. The old and solid people lowered their heads, perhaps not being honest, but fear, cowardice or submission, but there was no trace of resentment or sympathy on their faces.
The death of one person, the corpses of hundreds of Tibetan antelopes, and the accumulated sadness can still make you as calm as watching a romantic drama? If you can still be silent and expressionless, will you feel suffocated when you breathe with them running on the snow? Do you feel the helplessness of the fine sand flowing away at your fingertips when you are struggling with Liu Dong? After all the struggles were calm, only the car was left alone, but it seemed that nothing had happened. In front of nature, in the beautiful place of Hoh Xil, the passing of life can be so peaceful, so fragile and so desolate. Near the end, Ritai and the reporter finally escaped from the threat of nature, but fell into another kind of desolation. The poacher who had been chasing for several years was finally close to him, but with a fistful of fury and a gunshot, both fell. Finally, Captain Ritai lay down quietly, taking away his frowning for several years, taking away his anger and persistence, and taking away his responsibilities and hardships. The film unabashedly sends good people away, leaving these ignorant people who are tempted by money to lose their ego. The fine sand blown by the dry cold wind soothed the unwilling heart, but Captain Ritai's face was forever quiet. The soul under the white cloth in the dark stimulates my heart in front of the screen, so lonely, so desperate. Hoh Xil, the last primitive wasteland in China, with an average altitude of 4,700 meters, is the last habitat of Tibetan antelope, a quiet place with bright stars. The people here are simple and kind but they are forced to make a living, while the people here are old and hard-headed but tend to be tempted. "Every footprint you step on in Hoh Xil may be the first footprint left by human beings since the birth of the earth." However, in such a place closest to heaven, killing and death are so real and life is so pale.
After the movie, there is a kind of depression that makes people suffocating, and a kind of despair that compels people. Can we remember what the filmmakers paid for the film? Can a movie awaken a sleeping mind as easily as it taps me? I don't know.
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