A good story always makes people want to stop, and read this seemingly lifelong story in one breath. The structure of the story is morning, noon, dusk and half moon. This is a day in nature, an old man's life and a symphony of national destiny. "Last Morning" is fresh, long and romantic, and mainly tells the life of my parents observed in my childhood. Mid-Autumn Noon is quiet, soothing, dignified and vigorous, with "my" two marriages as the main line, depicting the adult experiences of myself and my peers. Under the arrangement of national policy, the next generation of "I" moved to the foot of the mountain and left my former home. "The End of the Half Moon" returned to the original harmony and peace, and the story ended, but not everyone had an ending ... "I looked up at the moon and thought it was like a white reindeer running towards us; When I looked at the reindeer getting closer and closer to us, I thought it was a half moon that fell to the ground. I shed tears because I can't tell the difference between heaven and earth. " The old man didn't tell the history in an evaluation tone, but told the Ewenki people's long history and personal connections, as well as profound national culture and emotions through his own unique experience, which filled him with the aura of heaven and earth and wrote mysterious legends.
On the right bank of the Ergon River on the Sino-Russian border, there lived an Ewenki nationality who migrated from Lake Baikal hundreds of years ago and lived alone with reindeer. They believe in shamans, fear nature, and move and hunt reindeer because they like food. Some herders wear fur coats and paddle birch boats to make a living by hunting. People who live together are as warm as their families, and their souls return to nature after death. There are dense forests, rich rivers and blazing bonfires, and treasure boxes are hung on the branches. There are reindeer standing on dewdrops, listening to birds singing, smelling flowers and flying with butterflies, where love is connected by mountains and rivers and heaven and earth are eternal. The clock there is the sun, the moon and the stars, the doctors there are the cool breeze and flowing water, and the stars and the wind there are sleeping at night ... Chi Zijian unfolded a historical picture of the life changes of Ewenki people in the past 100 years with the delicate and poetic brushwork of women, which is a real integration with forests and reindeer.
They were born in nature, died in nature, lived in heaven and earth all their lives, sought reproduction under the attack of cold, wild animals and plague, and sought survival under the shadow of the Japanese invaders and the Cultural Revolution. But in the face of the increasingly prosperous and unfamiliar world, they used to be the masters of this land and gradually became "marginal people" in the modern world. What destroyed the quiet life of Ewenki people? With the overwhelming and surging black civilization, the development army entered the virgin forest of Daxinganling, where roads and railways were built, and trees were cut down where cars and trains traveled. Vegetation is sparse and rivers are dry. How can people and reindeer live in this forest? Ewenki people are optimistic and open-minded. In the face of the death of their loved ones, they can face it calmly, just as once the fire in the fireplace is dim, the charcoal's face will not be red. They understand that life must have death, happiness must have sorrow, and marriage must have loss. Like animals and plants in nature, they calmly cope with the metabolism of everything. However, when the sound of logging replaces the birds' singing, the automobile exhaust replaces the colorful clouds, harmony is disturbed by disorder, and tranquility is polluted by noise, they can no longer be calm. The endless Lin Hai in Xing 'an is now a barren hill. No Ewenki people want to leave the land where they were born, but are forcibly squeezed by modern civilization into a "marginal person" in modern society.
"When there is no road, we will get lost; When there are many roads, we will get lost because we don't know where to go. " When the truck drove into the camp in the early morning, the moon rose, but it was not round, but half a wheel. It is as white as jade and slightly curved, just like a deer drinking water. Chi Zijian tells people with romantic words and compassionate feelings that the change of ancient lifestyle must not be a procrastination, let alone an act of commanding and manipulating the fate of others. The disappearance of ancient tribes should be a natural factor, not a man-made factor. If one day, the starry sky at the top of the stone stupa is completely covered, we can still look up at the starry sky in reading. ...