Where does the wind blow?

Last week, I went to Qiandongnan Prefecture of Guizhou with the company's film crew. A winding narrow path hovers all the way in the mountains, and the white windmill at the top of the mountain whizzes past.

This is the second time I've gone out with the film crew to shoot something. The first time was for China Telecom, and the second time was for China Resources Wind Energy, both of which happened to be promotional videos.

The theme of this promo is "integration". As a screenwriter, I tried to connect the whole movie with the wind as the main line.

The wind blows across the earth, hills, white wind cars, the integration of wind and green mountains and waters, the integration of fans and blue sky and white clouds, and the integration of man and nature.

I went out with the director in the early morning, followed by a group of brothers who filmed in the early stage. The night before, I had confirmed the scene to be filmed the next day with the director. At the top of the mountain, the sky is always early, and you can see the reddish horizon and the morning light sprinkled on the sea of clouds.

Photographers set up the plane early to start the day's shooting, and some aerial photographers flew the plane into the sky to shoot the beautiful sea of clouds. I was busy greedily breathing the fresh air in this mountain, trying to have a drink before I left here. I excitedly recorded everything in front of me with my mobile phone.

The fog on the mountain is so heavy that you can feel the white clouds passing by you. Of course, the wind is also very strong. One of my colleagues wore a small T-shirt, shivering with cold, and everyone laughed at him for his grace rather than enthusiasm.

This film, titled "Where the Wind Blows", mainly tells the story of a recent graduate who has been studying hard in a cold window for ten years, trying to go out of the mountains to study in a prosperous city, but he doesn't want to go back to the high hills after graduation. From the quiet countryside to the bustling city, I have seen the beautiful scenery of neon, and I have dreamed of poetry and distance. Now from the depths of the mountains, I don't know what's the point?

When I first came here, seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water. However, day after day, it seems like water flies, but I don't know if it is the long-awaited distance when I left my hometown.

The hero was lost in the depths of the mountains, and the place where the wind blew was desolate. He is looking for the meaning of returning to the mountain and the value of his existence.

Who am I?

Where did it come from?

Where are you going?

Maybe blind search is meaningless, maybe all you expect is harmony with the world.

From confusion to pursuing the true self, the hero finally found his own meaning: he is willing to turn into a spring breeze, climb mountains and mountains, walk in the four seasons, shed a piece of green, and embrace the blue sky and beautiful scenery.

Actually, the shooting didn't go well. The weather in the mountains is always changeable, waiting for the wind, waiting for the clouds and waiting for the sun. Sitting in the huge forest of reinforced concrete buildings all day is depressing and boring. What I feel is nothing more than neon lights and people rushing by. Now I have set foot in the depths of the mountains. There is no internet, no car noise, only green hills and white fans.

The wind blows and the grass shakes from side to side.

At that time, I always pursued poetry and distance, and thousands of books's trip to Wan Li Road. Now my wish has finally come true. The place where the wind blows is the distance I pursue.