When Sebastian Salgado left from Rwanda, he said: "My soul is sick. How many times have I put down my camera and cried for what I saw". Seeing this, I was full of tears, accompanied by the footsteps of Salgado leaving Rwanda, and I wanted to cry a lot. Salgado said: “I’m going there, I don’t believe anything, no longer believe in human salvation, we don’t deserve to live.” If the
soul is sick, it’s really not coquettish here. When you see life Exist in that kind of form, desperate, helpless, lowly, lingering, like livestock, even inferior to livestock. You can eat without wrapping your stomach, you can walk without clothing, just to avoid war, just for the only hope that you will not die.
The first picture of the gold mine in Serra Pelada, Brazil, is not just shocking to express. In the big hole of 50,000 people, on the numerous narrow and simple ladders leading to the ground, the only one is steep. You can run to the small road at the bottom of the big pit. Among the strong working people, there are intellectuals, college graduates, people working in the city, and farm workers. These 50,000 people gather together, densely distributed in the photos. Every place, every corner, crazy, hopeful, for the gold that may be there, living like a slave. Is it sad? Sigh? In the vast river of history, no one is holding this kind of money dreams and multiplying from generation to generation. A miniature of a gold mine, I have seen the sorrow of the entire human society. Once people have a relationship with gold, they can no longer do without it. Who is not?
In China in the last century, how many people died of osmium in the famines of the Chinese land, without experience, we did not feel the pain. In the mid-1980s, when I was born, the countless photographs recorded in Ethiopia and Salgado in Africa seem to be able to see the land of China in famine. Skinny is the most intuitive feedback, desperate eyes are the sadness that can't be looked directly at, tens of thousands of lives that are disappearing, the hot sun, dry skin, death, and constant death. The government controls the food, natural disasters destroy the people of this land, war sacrifices young and middle-aged men, and planes bombard the surviving elderly, women, and children to death. In such a place, a child, standing alone on the ground cracked by drought, holding his musical instrument and a small guitar in his hands, his tattered jacket hung on his body, no pants, naked, but look His determination, his posture, he knew where he was going, to find other people, to find the village, and to be with his dog. The image of a child struggling on the edge of life reflects everything in the world, whether it is an animal or a plant, as long as it is connected with life, even if it is lingering, it will persevere. Everyone is the same.
In the early 1990s, when the first Gulf War ended and Iraq’s withdrawal from Kuwait, Saddam burned hundreds of oil wells. At that time, I just remembered something, which can be seen from the news broadcast at 7pm every night. War in Iraq. In Salgado’s photos, firefighters from all over the world are fighting fires in Kuwait, but there are also oil fields that explode from time to time, and burning oil fires cover the sky. For 24 hours, the sky is dark and the sun cannot penetrate this. Heavy fireworks. This war led by the United States, participated by many countries, and approved by the United Nations to restore the territorial integrity of Kuwait. The final result was that the oasis disappeared and the land on which they depended was gone. After the Kuwaiti escaped the war, they fled again. Film your own homeland. These disasters, these wars, man-made, and natural, are born to force people who want to survive. Who is to blame? Who lost it?
In the mid-to-late 1990s, our land of China took advantage of the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and made economic leaps all the way. Everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment. Hong Kong in 1997 and Macau in 1999 were flourishing and flourishing. Evacuation, famine, and war seem to be moving away from us. In Rwanda, Africa, the Hutu and Tutsi ethnic civil wars, 150 kilometers away from Kigali, corpses were everywhere. Compared with the famine in Ethiopia, there were only a lot more lives at gunpoint. A similar situation has also been staged in the land of China. People in fear left their hometowns and began to flee and were forced to migrate. Two million people arrived in Goma. A more terrifying plague awaits these homeless people. People die like ants. Every day, more than 10,000 people disappear from this earth, piles of corpses, shoveling. The car handled the piles of corpses, as if shoveling piles of dirt, without emotion. Life has no dignity here. After the massacre, 250,000 people fled Goma and walked into the Congolese forest. Their lives continued and their lives continued. On their way to escape, some Congolese searched for the refugees’ dollars in this forest, and More people are dying, secretly and silently disappearing into this forest. In the end, only 40,000 people left the forest. Under such circumstances, in such a trashy place, there is a picture like that. Among the overwhelming refugees, a man is sewing something on a sewing machine. I wonder what kind of perseverance makes this man so persevering. Where there is a possibility that you will die in the next second, you can still make a piece of clothing or something firmly. Stubborn perseverance, perseverance, hope that there will always be, but who can give people at gunpoint the exact hope of life?
Salgado said: "When you are taking a portrait, you are not just taking a photo, but showing the person in the photo."
When Salgado left Rwanda, his soul fell ill. When I finished watching Rwanda, my soul trembled. We always only know the things in front of us, work, life, money, relatives, friends, leaders, or other hobbies. We never really understand how helpless and helpless life is when it ends with natural and man-made disasters. pitful. Even if I think I have gone to many places, even if I think I have gone to many remote areas close to people's hard life, it is not worth mentioning in comparison. The vast universe, the mysterious earth, is not too close to the sun, so that it will not burn to death, not too far from the moon, it will not be cold to death. From the moment of the birth of life, we are a magical existence. I am lucky when I am born, do I have to ask for it endlessly? What's the use of asking for so much money? A house that is so big is just the size of a bed, a luxurious car is just a means of transportation, and a brand-name bag is just a tool for 13 years. Everything is in moderation. , This moderation, how many lives have taken in, for this moderation, how many people have spent their entire lives in the camp.
Compared with the place where Salgado grew up when he was a child, it took ten years to grow a forest on a land that was barren due to drought. We should think about what we might be able to do to be so happy. In his life.
We are all salt of the earth. If salt loses its flavor, how can it be made salty again?
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