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A photo left in my heart

It is a face that Zhang Yongyuan can't freeze in the film. It's a photo fixed in the photographer's mind. It is a group of poor people's yearning for a better life. That was many years ago, because my photographer friend knew a little African language, so he won the opportunity for Xinhua News Agency reporters to interview in Somali refugee camps.

He has always had such a desire to record the tragic days of refugees with a camera, awaken the kindness of the whole world, and save such a group of people struggling on the verge of death. Their skin is dark, their clothes are tattered, and their eyes are still shining with poverty. Where to live, like a garbage disposal site in the city.

It stinks and dusty here. The war displaced them and suffered all the sufferings that God put in his pocket. There, he touched the hands of children as thin as chicken feet, heard the cries and groans of old people at the end of their lives, and saw the frightened eyes of women, all of which left a deep imprint on his heart.

A pill is more precious than a gold. A high fever caused by a small cold will push people off the cliff of life. Death, like the extinguishing of a bonfire, is too common to make people feel pain. But to his great surprise, when he took pictures of them, both men and women went to wash their faces and comb their hair to clean themselves up.

It seems that I am in a hurry to attend a festival. He thought: No matter how poor people are, they are full of yearning for life. In fact, they are guarding the last bit of dignity for themselves, and they are also guarding the heart of Africa that the whole world respects. Photographer friends gave everything they had and took a whole bag of film for them. Just as he was about to leave, a little girl ran over and grabbed his arm, begging him to take a picture of her.

He saw her clean herself up, especially on her chest, wearing a shiny necklace. She seemed to see the surprise in his eyes and told him the secret of the necklace with a smile. It turned out to be a mud ball that she rubbed out with mud, and then painted with pollen and strung it into a necklace. In order to make this necklace, she postponed taking pictures.

His hand holding the camera is shaking. He can't tell him that there is no film in the camera. He can't let this flower wither instantly in the most miserable place in the world. Is a heart that truly loves life.

She smiled brightly at his camera, and he kept pressing the shutter of lies and flashed by, deceiving her expectations. The black face and bright smile of that African girl will be fixed in the photographer's soul forever at that moment and will never leave.

This is life. In the poorest place, a miserable soul painted with the color of sunshine turned into a pearl and a beautiful necklace ... The longing for beauty made the world see hope again.