Introduction of Spring Comes to Tanhualin

At the beginning of the article, it is an ordinary but touching picture: in spring, a grass bud on the old wall, smoke from the stove and tears sucked by Hualin's mother shook the camera one by one, calmly plundering my inner throb. Finally, the same scene appeared again. When I turned over at the age of one, things changed, and my mother "shed tears longer", which made her feel even more shocked. But for ordinary people, there is no immediate pain. "When people leave, their memories will be gone and they will never come back." "Just remember to come every spring."

Hua Lin was born in Lin, which is lucky and unfortunate. It was Tan who asked him to use the lens instead of the language and saw through his heart with the film. Canossa Church, a name with long-lasting charm, is as exotic as Tan Hualin. Perhaps it is a symbol, from gorgeous to abandoned, from gorgeous to silent, such as life and death after wind and rain erosion. However, it is Tanhualin, a place that is now "messy, dirty and devastated", which makes Hualin only grow in a cramped space and pay more attention to what is deep inside. He is thin and inward-looking, so he loves photography so much, visiting life and observing the world from a small frame.

Compared with Tan Hualin, Qingjiang River is so beautiful and open that it is not surprising that Tujia people are unrestrained. Therefore, Tan is sunny, masculine, healthy and clean, just like the bright sun at noon. Yes, it shines. Hua Lin has been using this word in his heart, so he will be overwhelmed by uncontrollable excitement. What kind of love is this? After discovering the secret in her heart, Hua Lin was restrained and tortured, sweet and painful. Everything is moving slowly and weakly, from bright spring to bleak winter, step by step, one after another.

On the moonlit night, the light spilled all over the floor, hazy, vague, throbbing and full of tears. The truth of love comes out, waiting for two statues, silent and vague. In the shadow, it is doomed that nothing can come true. Under melancholy, all the pain becomes unbearable. This is the brokeback mountain of two orientals, which is deeper and more silent. This is not a copy of Brokeback Mountain. No rhythm, more heartbreaking. Avoiding it, love finally turned around and went down the hill.

We are always afraid of life and death. Hua Lin lost his grandfather when he was a child, which caused him psychological robbery. It was not until he came to Qingjiang and met a completely different view of life and death from Tujia people that he slowly began to change. Tujia people said: "People are either alive or dead, and there are only two ways. If you can't get through this, take that. " So death is not a sad thing, so death can be rendered to the extreme through "jumping for mourning". When he said this, Tan He was walking on the wet path of Tanshui Cliff on a rainy night. "The noise was so loud that the lapping waves of the river were drowned." Hua Lin said: "People have feelings. Even if they take another road, leaving is tantamount to saying goodbye and will be hurt emotionally. "

This is the different cognition and collision of death between the two peoples. We Han people always regard death as a farewell, while many ethnic groups regard death as just going to another connected world, so when facing death, we will magnify our sadness into darkness, and they will greet death with the most primitive attitude. In fact, the two kinds of mentality are very different in life. But death is sad after all. Hua Lin died, and Tan and Hua Lin cried earth-shattering. He suddenly understood: "The dead are unhappy. The deceased is by no means as simple as going from one world to another. " So dead, what is it? What kind of face should be relative to be truly calm?

Jump funeral, the climax in the novel, bonfires raging, drums bursting, the singer's cry wild and shocking, sharp or rough, like a knife stabbed in my heart. Love and death are intertwined and are rendered to a very high place in the wild mountains. Before my eyes, I saw the singer's lips, the sweat on Tan's forehead, and the serene smile on the plush chair. But what is rolling in my heart is actually Hua Lin's last sentence: Let me follow you all my life.

Time is gone forever, leaving only the clear river flowing slowly into the distance. Love is something that warms people, even if it is the distance between life and death.