We are going too far

When I was young, I liked the playground and didn't like to see the scenery.

When I was young, I felt that a leisurely life was not suitable for me. I always pretended to reasonably despise those romantic illusions about the scenery. In the age of dreaming, look at those romantic landscape paintings, forest lodges, fire in the snow, I think, what does this mean? In the future, I must be in the middle of the high-rise buildings, watching the feast.

I have been shuttled in the middle of high-rise buildings and never left. There is fire in every house there, and there is never a need for fire.

However, "There is no sunshine and moon in the fire of Busu. How can such a fire make people's hearts and eyes bright?"

I don't know when I started to like the scenery. It is not the kind of bourgeois landscape of Provence, nor the Lijiang River; it is only the real scenery, the most primitive and the most natural.

However, I know that I will look forward to the freshness of the mountains like Elena. I will not be able to stand up for two months when I return to the mountains for two months.

Although I have never experienced it, I feel real. Chi Zijian did not deliberately maintain the purity of the forest, she knew they could not resist. Imperfection is true. If Irina loves the forest for a lifetime, if she comes back, she will not go out again. Maybe it will be wrong, and it will not make me resonate.

I have read Chi Zijian’s "All Nights in the World", so deep pain, written on paper but floating.

This book is not a faint narrative, but a profound imprint. Perhaps the more you want to express it, the less powerful it will be. Going over, my heart is weak, and the vicissitudes left are the most powerful.

This is a more warm "living", this is a more pure "dust settled."

The chronological narrative is always full of death. Yu Hua calmly expresses the forbearance of Chinese grassroots; Chi Zijian gently depicts the tenderness of a nation. Not only the tenderness of people, but also people and nature.

The history of Ewenki, which spans a century, is a bystander of our national history. Occasionally, it always looks like a passer-by. Was pulled and practiced by the Japanese to help the Japanese coalition forces fight Japanese devils, to guide the devolved intellectuals, and even to help those who have been deforested. They have been there, but then they are. There are no striking struggles. The Japanese devils are not necessarily a fierce and ugly face there. There is no firm argument. The film projectionists said that those good-looking movies were "poisonous" for them. The joke of understanding - the film is not eaten, why is the "grass" - the history of the world without dispute, more pure.

Perhaps there is no complicated experience, but the richness of the spirit created. They have songs and dances. They paint on the rocks. They use the blue sky, white clouds, mountains and rivers as works of art. They use feathers to make dresses and birch bark to make vases.

Varroga patted her and sang: the birds at night were going to forest. She is wet.

She looked at the river that took her grandson and was dyed blue and creamy by the sun, like the two-coloured cloth she saw many years later.

"I am depressed, I will stand in the wind for a moment, it will blow away the clouds in my heart; I am upset, go to the river to listen to the sound of running water, they will immediately bring me peace of mind."

I suddenly remembered that in "Witt", Charlotte was standing in front of the window watching a heavy rain, and the fresh air, the green grass, the gorgeous rainbow after the rain could not help but cry excitedly.

And this kind of feelings and awe of nature, we never have.

The government said to the Ewenki people that you have settled down the mountain and let the reindeer no longer lick the moss, which is the protection of the environment.

The Ewenki people do not understand that they are more destructive than the lumberjacks.

Everything has become very utilitarian. Start with the tone. Even propaganda to protect the environment is ultimately for the sake of humanity. Then, underneath the glimpses of the scenery, it is the emptiness that cannot be swallowed up.

In Linda’s article, he said the “snake festival” in their community. Many people raise snakes as pets at home, and they will show them to the exhibition on the day. The children will encounter snakes here, they will not scream, nor will they fight in a mess, but in accordance with the methods taught by the teachers in the school. The snakes move to the safe woods; when friends work together, they often catch bugs and put them in the palm of your hand, and then admire them beautifully and lovelyly.

Linda said: "This kind of education and ethos transcends the humanity's protection of nature in order to protect itself. This kind of mission seems to make people think that human beings are a special force that transcends nature, so that they can "conquer nature". It is for the sake of self-protection of nature. However, the way the American students cultivate environmental awareness is emotional, so that they have deep feelings for animals and nature, and they enhance the "people are only part of nature". Concept. This kind of education has been held for a long time, so it is very effective. This makes the young people who have grown up in the new generation simply deny the human right to conquer the nature of nature."

Linda’s book really made me think about a lot of things that I thought of for granted; although the results of thinking may not be more correct, thinking about it is better than thinking about nothing. Although I will still be scared to jump when I see the snake, I will never catch a small bug to exhibit, or even I can really adapt to the kind of "natural life" that I yearn for; and I just think, maybe It should be thought about whether we have gone too far, from the so-called nature that we should belong to.

Leaving the right bank of the Ergun River, how the reindeer survived, how the songs continued, and how those dances were passed down.

Leaving the right bank of the Ergun River, a spirit, a kind of tranquility, no longer exists.

The word of Chi Zijian, at least before the demise of another history, at least, makes people feel the silence of a moment of intoxication. Perhaps, if such power is enough, history will have the driving force to turn.

First day: winter temperature