And the answer I can think of is that maybe all Made by BBC documentaries come from their team just wanting to make a good documentary, and Chinese people don’t just want to make a documentary when they pick up the camera .
Perhaps three years ago, when I saw any photographic work or TV work that amazed me, the big words that flashed in my mind were nothing more than: The scenery (characters, scenes) is so beautiful!
And when I gradually became the person behind the camera, I couldn't stop thinking to myself: How did the photographer do it?
Especially when I see that those people in front of the camera are in danger (for example, the Bell Wild Survival series that Beijing TV has been broadcasting some time ago), I have a big question in my head that keeps running and running: the photographer is it safe?
After a long time, it seems that there is an anti-social tendency, and I always want to shout to the potential thousands of viewers when watching such dangerous documentaries: Don't always worry about the people in front of the camera, think about it. Want to carry several kilograms of equipment, more dangerous photographers!
My anti-social tendencies seemed to intensify because the words couldn't really be shouted.
At the end of "Human Plant", there is a story behind the image. It looked like the photographers were about my age, all with clean smiles and lovely smiles.
It is probably at such an age that danger is regarded as a pleasure.
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For a child like me who came to Hainan at the age of four, and can walk to the coastline for half an hour from the door of the house, such a film The documentary Chiguoguchi evoked my homesickness.
Is it weird to live on a boat all your life? All I remember is that there were fishing boats moored all year round on a river not far from my home. Their weddings, funerals, and marriages are all done on boats, and they live by selling river fish. It's just that the water level in the river has continued to drop in recent years, and the bottom of the river has even bottomed out for several months the previous summer, and there are fewer and fewer boats in the river.
When I was in junior high school, the windows of the dormitory faced the sea, less than 100 meters away, and I could hear the whistle in the distance every night after the lights were turned off. We all jokingly called it the "Sea Breeze Room". It was just that real estate made a comeback later, and many small and medium-sized communities were built within a distance of less than 100 meters.
When my insomnia was at its worst in middle school, I often imagined myself lying in a piece of shallow water, clear and translucent. I was surrounded by starfish and shells, and above my head, the sun was shining through the coconut trees. So Haibo gently flicked, and I slowly fell into a dream.
That was my happiest time. The sea breeze can blow in the classroom every day, and in the evening, there are layers of haze—pink, rose red, dark red, mixed with large dark blue clouds, and finally involved in a black night.
Maybe people always prefer their hometown. Although I am not a native of Hainan, and I have lived here for nearly 20 years, I cannot speak a complete Hainanese, but I always feel that people who are close to the sea are extraordinarily simple and lovely.
The woman who lives on the boat in the documentary says that being away from land is like being away from sorrow. On our island that has no winter all the year round, people always walk, eat and play leisurely, day after day. It is precisely because of such a lazy atmosphere that the children here are fortunately seldom devastated by exam-oriented education, and it seems that parents and teachers rarely make things difficult for them to learn or not to learn. Maybe it's because it's so comfortable here, you can live no matter what.
The tourism industry has developed too fast in recent years, and the clean beaches of that year have lost their clean feel. I still remember the Spring Festival in 2009, when my family went to Yalong Bay again. Back then, the appearance of clear water and white sand was replaced by the foamy sea water and the beach with buried cigarette butts, which made people feel very uncomfortable. On the way back to Haikou, I passed an undeveloped beach, which was as beautiful as Yalong Bay back then. I also picked up a lot of beautiful conch shells.
In earlier times, when the road from my house to the sea was just a dirt road, everything seemed peaceful and beautiful.
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