In the autumn of 1999, when Japanese explorer Guan Ye was riding an bicycle to cross Mongolia,
met a rebellious little girl on the vast grassland, with clear eyes, which made people unforgettable.
riding a horse that doesn't match its body shape alone, eased down from the distant hillside, looking down on everything, and having a very feminine style.
Looking up, she is not tall enough to have a horse's legs, and the black clothes are not conspicuous on this gray grassland.
The only thing that attracts attention is the temperament of this girl and her rebellious and perseverance who is ignorant of the world.
She should have been a child, but she is like an eagle on the grassland.
This aroused Guan Ye's curiosity. He wanted to record her appearance with a camera, but was rejected: "If you just came here to take photos, then go away!"
This is a scene of the popular documentary "Mongolian Grassland Weather Sunny" on the entire network.
This film mainly tells the life of the family of the Mongolian Grassland on Pujie . There is no soundtrack or special effects throughout the process, and many scenes are even shaking, but this does not affect Douban netizens' high score of 9.7.
Guanye found the girl's yurt, and the girl's grandmother warmly received Guanye and her group and introduced them to the situation at home.
In order to find the lost horse, the girl's mother has not been home for three months.
The girl's father has been working in the city and has not returned for a long time;
Later I learned that this was a kind lie. They avoided death and would use the words of working outside to replace death.
Facing the camera at close range, the girl hid shyly behind her grandmother, which was completely different from her immediate posture yesterday.
When Guan Ye asked the girl's name, grandma's pupils were filled with pride: "Pujie, the beautiful girl of heaven born on Thursday ."
Indeed, she is the beautiful girl of heaven and the hope of the whole family.
My parents left home, and the burden of labor fell on her.
The light just came from afar, the biting cold, and the hands were frozen when placing a horse; Pu Jie was wearing a dirty robe and drove hundreds of cattle and sheep to eat grass far away, day after day.
A small figure is taking care of hundreds of animals alone.
Pujie returned from riding a horse, just like Leng Yi of yesterday.
Keep holding the only remaining horse in the house, and go to help grandma clean up, kneel on the ground, pick up the wooden stick skillfully, turn around and walk into the yurt with no emotion at all.
This is a six-year-old child. An adult like Guan Ye also said to him: "She is really amazing."
Pujie, after all, finally had time to talk, but she still looked back every few days to prevent the sheep from stepping on the vegetables.
"Care for cattle and sheep is no future." This is the first time I heard Pujie tell his thoughts: "I don't even know what I teach in school."
At this time, Pujie did not have the rebelliousness of the past, only a head that could not be lowered.
The last sentence "Mom also agrees with me going to school", as if she was comforting herself.
Pujie was silent for a long time and did not raise her head.
The education we can easily obtain is so far away in their eyes.
A long time later, she regained her previous firmness and looked into the distance and said, "I have to go and rush back to drink water."
Ideal only exists for a moment, more of it is reality.
The return of her mother, Pujie took off her tough shell and had warmth.
Even if the mother picked up her younger brother first, this did not prevent her from following her mother, pulling her mother's clothes, and greedily feeling the breath of her mother like an ordinary girl.
"Are you happy? "Guan Ye noticed the change in Pujie's mood, and Pujie answered Guan Ye with the greatest smile.
This is the first time I saw Pujie smile, but more often, she has no expression on her face.
The only thing Pujie did after that was to stay by her mother's side, jump around, and listen to her mother talking about her future: "Pujie will go to school next spring. "
Before Guanye left, Pujie's mother gave him a horse, showing the greatest enthusiasm of Mongolian people.
"You will ride next spring" became an agreement.
Guanye, who returned to Japan, received a letter from Pujie's mother in winter:
How are you? We are all very good. Are you safe to return to Japan? We have a happy winter this winter. Although the weather is cold, your black and white horses have been safely spent. We have not found the stolen horse. Pujie is going to school this year, and she is obsessed with you. It is a new year. I wish you and your relatives and friends health and happiness. Please find someone to translate it into Japanese . See you next time! Take care.
The next spring, Guan Ye returned to this place and met Pujie.
It just didn’t see his mother. When Guan Ye asked Pujie about her mother, she only said that grandma and uncle went to herd sheep;
Uncle said he was going to find a horse from afar. When he asked when he came back, he bowed his head for a long time;
Finally, my grandmother said, "She is dead and is no longer in the world." When I saw this scene, my tears couldn't stop flowing.
It was clearly in the letter to Guan Ye, and she said everything was fine, but she saw each other again but disappeared.
She is Pujie's favorite person and Pujie's only support.
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Pujie's mother fell off the horse and called an ambulance many times. She waited for three days but didn't wait for someone to come for help.
Finally, she finally arrived at the hospital, but was turned away because she had no insurance. She died that day and was unable to wait for the spring.
And my grandfather couldn't survive that winter. On the cold earth, half of his life was swallowed by the earth, and the rest was swallowed by the " market economy ".
corpse remains, leaving only the living people sad.
Pujie finally carried the last wish of his mother and went to school. .
On the tan grassland, the red hair ring on the top of Pu Jie's head looks dazzling and out of place.
But I can't laugh at the bright color preference. The huge bright red bow is the life force and dream of the wildland, and the small life carried by the tiny life is being declared.
html l1 Looking at the blackboard, his eyes flashed.
The uncle outside the door saw his niece holding a pencil and reading the words taught by the teacher. He was so excited that he couldn't wait to get out of school that he walked into the classroom and took out a palm of candy from his heavy cotton jacket to his niece.
Their emotions are never as cold as the wind and snow that ravaged the wilderness. On the contrary, the warmth released by the firewood that has accumulated three seasons of sunshine, which is hot.
After learning Pujie, she was told that according to custom, she could not worship her mother, but she stubbornly said: "I heard someone call me."
The purest flowers were inserted in front of the mother's grave and a magic lamp was lit, hoping that her mother could find the way to bliss.
The food for worship is not forgotten to divide the birds passing by.
The hard-working people feel everything, but no one cares about their feelings.
Endures the sad relatives and cries in a place without Pujie. The sadness of adults cannot be easily vented.
Living life, devout awe, can't resist the creation.
completed the cycling of the stalk, and passed through this wild grassland again on the return journey.
Grandma excitedly slaughtered a sheep to welcome this man she had long regarded as her own child.
Pujie has grown up at this time and her face is no longer occupied by haze.
She told Guanye that her subsequent goal was to learn Japanese and become an interpreter. Perhaps what she thought was that after becoming a translator, when Guanye came to see them again, there would be no need for translation.
Pujie is no longer shy in speaking, but full of hope;
When she saw flowers on the grassland, she said, "It's a pity that such a beautiful flower was eaten";
is such a simple and kind girl, but a traffic accident occurred on the eve of the big exam, and her life was forever frozen at the age of 12.
She passed away.
On the vast grassland, vehicles rarely see it, why is it her?
Time is silent, the mountains and rivers are silent.
No one knows the final answer to this accident.
They worship the gods devoutly from beginning to end and keep the most sincere faith in their hearts.
Even if immortality is not always the same, they never question and complain. They embrace suffering, just like embracing the wind on the grassland.
They accept everything calmly and purify the suffering in their lives with the tears in their eyes. Even if they always rule the world, they have never changed.
Finally, when I saw the photo of my grandmother, my gray hair was already gray and my smile was no longer bright.
If it is to say that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person to a torture, then the grandmother who has experienced the departure of three close relatives has experienced hell reincarnation.
I watched all this, and I felt mixed feelings.
I have a lot of thoughts in my heart, but I don’t know how to express my grief. I only use Haizi ’s poem:
Wild flowers on the grassland that witnessed the death of the gods
html l14Far far away The wind is farther away than the distance
My piano sounds sobbing, my tears are gone
I return the distance to the grassland
