The photographer without a camera

In October 2009, on her birthday, she applied for a dream job, a small temporary job with a title she was happy with Contributing Photographer.

The job was to take photos of a travel guide. 150 photos, a total of 8,000 yuan, including all travel expenses ...... So she flew to Urumqi on her birthday on an early flight for 500 yuan a ticket. I asked her, "Such an errand, then why would find you such a mediocre technical player?"

She analyzed and said that it should be just calm over there, almost no photographers have the guts to go over.

She was idle and bold, did not mind the low pay, and was such a pure lover of photographic equipment and photographic landscapes, so she went.

Zongzi is a hairdresser, before the third generation of "La drift" is also mixed with Lhasa, in the suburbs of Beijing to rent a two-room apartment, she had the cheek to borrow a few months. When she found the job, she happened to stay overnight at Dongzi's house. Dong said that when she received the job, she was very excited and pretentious and shed a line of tears.

It was a room very close to the airport, and because it was so close to the airport, she could see the headlights on the plane's head, and when she first saw it, she thought it was a UFO. Dong went out every day near noon and came back late at night, exhausted and tired every day. And she was in that small room facing north every day, watching the planes take off and land.

Before going to Xinjiang, a Yunnanese friend of hers, Huang Xibei, came to Beijing to play with her and stayed with her at Dongzi's place, and was later lured to Xinjiang by her. She fooled Huang Xibei to go to Xinjiang for another very important reason, she sold her camera to get enough money to travel to a certain country.

She used that camera to record too many mountains and people, that is her only valuable family ...... so, in 2009, Baima Yangzong is a photographer without a camera. Deerstalker Novel

At a time when she didn't have a guy, she dared to take a photo job! The arrival of Huang Xibei was perfect timing because she happened to bring a Nikon D80. Baima Yangzong playfully snubbed her and said, "This time Xinjiang is the most amazing, the most beautiful, the most special, the most ...... go after, can give you a lot of beautiful to die portrait photos, and then you can find a boyfriend, you can get married."

Huang Xibei giggled, longing ...... then, followed her in the cold winter months to Xinjiang.

At that time, the atmosphere of Urumqi can be imagined, she took a cab every time to the South Gate and the second bridge to shoot the Bazaar, often questioned by cab drivers: "Nothing to go there? What the hell is the audacity!"

People are kind, but she can not appreciate, the big bazaar or shoot.

According to the shooting plan, she and Huang Xibei went to Hami Devil City, Mubi Poplar Forest, and Ming Sha Mountain together. She worked while taking photos for Huang Xibei. Huang Xibei also gave her a shot, in the open and deserted wilderness, she suddenly began to undress, she stripped naked for Huang Xibei to shoot, she said: "really strange, what are you shy? I am not a man. We will soon be old ...... thank you for helping me to leave the most beautiful look."

Huang Xibei's heart was in the right place, and the photos taken had a glimpse of gloom and doom.

They spent the night in Devil City, sleeping in a rented car, there were no longer any tourists in that season. At midnight, a group of miners deep in Devil's Town drove out and found their car while passing by a castle. This incident scared Huang Xibei to death, she said a group of men, came over and surrounded the car to look inside ah look ......

She and Baima Yangzong said: "What if that group of men pry the car and rape us? You were asleep and talking in your sleep!"

In some places that were too far away, she went by herself. She went alone to Emin, Tacheng, and other places, drunkenly, but also with a camera to shoot more drunken Kazakh ...... She also dawdled overnight in the company at the Xiaobaiyang post, and the soldiers treated her to canned meat.

The shooting was sometimes really hard, a lot of it in the snow. The coldest time was minus 18 degrees, she carried her tripod, and ran around the mountain, at sunrise and sunset, she squatted for hours and hours. The morning and evening were cold, often freezing her nose tears. But this made her love Xinjiang even more, she liked the Gobi, desert, windmills, and cotton fields there.

She wrote a poem called "Cotton Field".

Tired of rushing / Please stay in the cotton field tonight / When the snowflakes fill the starry sky again / The faraway land beneath you and me is already white / Last night I plucked snowflakes with my own hands / Made a quilt and spread it on the cold mud / Waiting for your arrival / I made a cotton jacket disguised as a poplar tree / Standing quietly on the Gobi / Not moving / Camels and horses passed by without looking at me ......

The fact is that you can't be a good person. can we not be sad novel

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

But Huang Xibei likes the jazzy tunes of small flowers, not the rustic cotton of Baima Yangzong.

She stood in the gale of Xinjiang and said to Baima Yangzong pitifully, "You give me back my camera, oooh, I want to go home ......"

The light blue years of a mountain residence

In 2010, Baima Yangzong stopped at Sanqing Mountain in Jiangxi.

Her friend Miao Miao ran a hostel there. Miao called her and said, "Come and play as a shopkeeper, or do nothing, just come and eat and sleep and eat."

Baima Yangzong thought, "Oh, that fool won't go. The Ordinary World Novel

The sudden stability after years of drifting was like the sharp brakes of a farm pickup truck, flinging her violently off the bumpy mountain road into another life. She jumped out of a gypsy caravan that had been running for years, put on an apron, and became a small innkeeper.

Sanqing Mountain is the most negative oxygen ion in the places she has been to, each breath is a massage for the lungs. Full of green eyes, full of the green pit, full of green valley, even the dining table is also green. Strangely enough, the meat was not eaten, but the vegetables were served with rice, bowl after bowl.

The vegetables were pulled from the minivan every day. The driver rolled down the window and yelled long and loud: "vegetables ah oh ......" The villagers spontaneously and consciously gathered around, pinching their change and carrying baskets around the bucket. She also crowded among them, hand touching those with dew sticky mud vegetables, touching a completely different kind of fresh.

Occasionally, Miao Miao would go up the mountain with her in a group to dig bamboo shoots and meet a bamboo leaf green snake once. The two of them screamed like they were giving birth to a child, scaring the bamboo leaf green away - so the snake had a sense of hearing?

She has a habit of going to the bamboo forest a few times to find a route to escape tickets on Sanqing Mountain.

Sanqing Mountain is known as clear from the hustle and bustle of the world's unparalleled blessed land, high in the clouds Han Jiangnan's first immortal peak. There is the immortal Ge Hong hut alchemy of the treasure land.

Baima Yangzong once down the mountain to see a pool of water, it is tempting to take off clothes for a perfect diving action inside. But though, the water is so cold, in case of cramps drowning how to do, hesitantly and repeatedly dilly-dally.

The hesitant again and again rubbed for half a day, but finally gave up. She said on the phone, "Big Bing, you old fart, the most suitable to come here for health, so you can die a little slower." I hadn't been to Sanqing Mountain yet, and she said I was overwhelmed with longing. Unfortunately, I don't have friends there who manage to eat and live.

During the day they spent part of their time in that hostel, from soft furnishings to operational promotion. After dinner, they took a walk, walking barefoot through the village. Sometimes they walked until they came to a stone house, where a couple of old people lived, giving them tea and treating them to sunflower seeds. At night they drink yellow wine, and every day fake Gu Yue Long Shan.

Miao Miao said, "It is such a pleasant thing to end every day with drinking ......" Baima Yangzong said, "Come, come, come, row two fists." The night in the mountains is light blue, light blue mountain years slowly covered her that

Tibetan red, like a bath in the gurgling stream under the moon, blue water, blue torso. She described to me life in Sanqing Mountain, reminding me of an ancient poem with smoke curling up from the stove: White Jade Capital in the sky, twelve cities on nine floors, the immortal caressing my neck, knotting hair and granting long life.