"The West."
"Why?"
"Why not, the West is so beautiful. The girls in Xinjiang, the smoke in Lanzhou, the lake in Qinghai, and my hometown, Inner Mongolia. Grassland. How awesome."
I read this sentence in a book a long time ago: Hometown determines the texture of a person's soul. And I believe that these people who live in the harsh natural environment are connected with each other. Not just because they're a minority, dare I say it, but because of that pride. I see "Nanuk of the North" as "The Prairie of the North". Therefore, what belongs to the nation is what belongs to the world.
Nanook's hometown is within the frigid Arctic Circle. They lived in igloos, hunted seals for food, and ate raw meat. There is only one family on the vast icefield. Dad's work is snow, and children's toys are snow. Eat the simplest food, wear the heaviest clothes, and yet they live happily.
Much like my family in my hometown. However, I used to hate everything there. Hate the unstoppable strong wind all year round, the simple and boring food, the smell of livestock manure in the air in summer, the snow that seems to have no end in winter, and then the "ignorant" herdsmen who rely on livestock for a living .
So when the college entrance examination, I did not hesitate to go to the south. Later, as Zuo Xiaoge sang, "The country in the south is too charming, it has corroded my blood."
I found that I still love that grassland. I still love things that express ethnic customs. Such as Zhang Chengzhi's "Black Horse", such as Alai's "The Dust Settles", such as Li Juan's "Winter Ranch", and another example of this "Nanuk in the North". It turned out that the grassland feelings flowing in the body could not be avoided, and there was no need to avoid it. I gradually became more and more like a part of this nation. I was not good at words, but I would cry when I heard the melodious melody of the matouqin; I like to drink, and my 160-year-old little man can stay all night without getting drunk; I like to sing, no matter where I want to sing When the heart is a grassland. I cry for not betraying my hometown. How dare I.
No matter how important the documentary is, no matter how questioned it is because of its "positioning". I just saw what I was familiar with. Those down-to-earth, extremely simple life atmosphere. The harsh natural environment, simple smiles, and the wisdom and greatness of the working people can move me. Gobi, grasslands, deserts, deep mountains, old forests, or ice fields, no matter how harsh nature is, there are always a group of people living hard, relying on the wisdom of ancestors and the instinct of life. This should be the so-called humanistic care.
There are three scenes in "A Bite of China 2" that moved me the most.
One is the working girl of the Yi nationality, when she returned to her hometown and turned into a mother of the Yi nationality in front of the mirror held by her daughter; the
other is the little girl in Inner Mongolia who was picking leek flowers on the grassland. She smiled shyly at the camera and was caught The wind ruffled his hair; in
another place, a grandfather in Xinjiang carried his little grandson on his shoulders. He said, "Go home, child." Behind him was the vast Gobi Desert, and in front of him was an oasis.
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