Famous Russian directors made films based on Mongolian nostalgia. Although most of the leading actors are Chinese Mongolian compatriots, I was always attracted by those Russian elements. The Russian Sergey was asked if he remembered his grandfather's name and the sad expression on his face. It is not only the feelings of the Russians, but the feelings of the whole world. We are in the Internet world connected by radio frequency media, and we think about changes every day. And innovation, rushing forward all the time, there is no time to look back, suddenly being asked the question of the ancestors, everyone can only "stunned". This feeling is not only of people today, but also of people in the early 1990s. The film was shot in 1991. After we held the radio around our heads and waited for the first shot of the Iraq War to remember, the behemoth that spanned the Eurasian continent on both sides of the East and West The Soviet Union suddenly disintegrated. Before, Germany was suddenly unified, and we couldn't figure out what happened to the world. The world was like a huge jigsaw puzzle, with countless people putting it together and taking it apart, unpredictable. And perhaps the constant is the nostalgia deep in our hearts. Every time the Russian took off his shirt excitedly to reveal the score of "Manchuli Mountain" on his back, he listened to the familiar accordion strings, sang the tune of his hometown, and burst into tears. The homesickness slumbering in the bottom of my heart, with the infinite nostalgia for the roots of the homeland, the oldest human emotional soup was stirred, and some eager tears were shed.
Just like the taste of Sergei drinking butter tea, he couldn't understand the custom of Mongolian horse poles, and he couldn't understand any clarity in Gangbo's silent expression. When he leads a horse to a small town, when he sits on a spinning plane from novelty and fear to doze off, it is not that each of us has changed from eye-opening and insensitive to Internet information. And Sergey can't help but think of the director Mikhalkov's understanding of Mongolia when he listens to Peking Opera and drives a car, which is limited to formal cognition. No wonder I can only be moved by the Russian plot in the film.
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