World Fashion Garden ELLE and Xinhua News Agency Kuaikan jointly produced a series of short films on the "Walking Together in the Breeze", and the second issue of "Sing Poetry Out of the Mountain" was launched. We always say that those who receive a lot of love will sow a lot of love. But in the children deep in the mountains, what we see is that those who need a lot of love will give a lot of love first.
The little poets in the mountains, the people and things they longed for, missed, were lonely, and could no longer be found, echoed in the closed mountains. When few people listen, they use words to express their emotions, and the language is deep, but it is all kind and gentle. When looking at the children, Tan Songyun's eyes were often soaked. Following the thoughts of Tan Songyun and the children, moving and comforting stories will be told.
The sun winds its way through the meadows, and the breeze slowly passes through the forest not far away, and the mountains are silent and uninhabited. Tan Songyun and the children sat around the grass, a white cloud quietly approached the sun, and the shadow of light gently pressed into the eye socket.
This is the first time Tan Songyun has taken a poetry lesson with children, their eyes closed, and their hearts have begun to walk quietly.
In this poetry class of "Look at what is in the wind", Kang Yu, a non-profit organization "Light Poetry", took everyone to smell the wind with their noses, listen to the wind with their ears, and embrace the wind with their hands. When I closed my eyes, my thoughts began to float into the distance on the banana leaves swaying in the sunlight and the rushing river. There are swallow-shaped kites in the children's wind, and there are tears of missing their parents. Tan Songyun's wind has large clouds, like cotton, gentle and warm.
Tan Songyun told Zou Wei, who came with her in the field to feel the wind with the children, and Zou Wei couldn't wait to share the poem "Falling into Your Dreams" that they completed together with the children. Children also love to sing, but if they sang the poems they wrote, out of the mountains, and to their families, would there be a milder resonance? They look forward to it.
Tan Songyun drives nearly an hour a day from the county to the school in the mountains to sing with the children, this road is not unfamiliar to her, "My hometown is in the county, if you want to go to the village, you have to take this road." There are still two corners from the school, and you can see the small white building on the top of the hill not far away. The first floor of the school contains dormitories for boys and girls, staff offices and a canteen, and on the upper floor are classrooms for students of all grades. Standing in the open space in the middle of the school playground and looking up, it looks like an open box, although it is small, it has solid walls and soft hearts.
In the afternoon of the last poetry and music class, Tan Songyun took the children together to prepare for the next day's poetry concert. Children holding their favorite paints quietly write and draw on the playground. The poems were laid out in the open space next to it, waiting for the sun to dry. Tan Songyun spread out the windswept poems, her eyes lingered for a long time, and the cloth said, "The moon is waiting for me to turn off the light, and I, waiting for it to close my eyes" (Zi Zengyan, 12 years old, "Insomnia"). A long time ago, Tan Songyun also wrote a small poem related to the moon in his memorandum. "It was a Mid-Autumn night, I stared at the moon, I saw how round it was, I said there was a round thing in the sky, it was very bright, a little dazzling, but it could illuminate something." Probably when the little poet and Tan Songyun looked at the moon, the moon was also looking at them. The moon knows the secrets of the heart of everyone who looks to it.
Tan Songyun spread out a rectangular cloth, and the children wrote the name of the song "Falling into Your Dreams with Poems" on the cloth one by one, Tan Songyun's words are larger, and the children's words are smaller, so Tan Songyun proposed to write everyone's names in the blank, and you can also draw your favorite pattern next to the name. The children leaned down again, and above their backs were clouds of broken clouds, broken and neat, moving slowly as if they had been ploughed by a plough machine widely. Smelling flowers next to their names, hearing insects, and seeing the stars, the children carefully drew their yearning for beautiful things and expectations for themselves on cloth, each holding the colored pen in his hand, expecting it.
Just like the little white boat in the hearts of the children in the poetry class, the little white boat is floating on the sea, with Huiping's mother, Li Ya's grandmother, and Yang Yu's grandfather on it. Grandpa had said that he would take him to a very fun place with a small river and beautiful pebbles, but before Grandpa could tell him where the "good place" was, he left forever. After Yang Yu finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at everyone, his eyes were like an ocean, and his grandfather was drifting away in that ocean on a small white boat. Teacher Kang Yu said, "The people and things we look forward to and miss will appear around us as everything around us. ”
It turned out that the thoughts heard from the wind have always been in the heart.
Tan Songyun often recalls things when she was a child. Although the family is not rich, she is the smallest and best protected one in the extended family and among her playmates. Until she left home at the age of 11 to study abroad, this sense of protection still wrapped around her. She still can't say what kind of force it is, but it is enough to support her to go wherever she wants.
10-year-old Huiping can't remember when she separated from her parents, but she said with confidence in her eyes: "They will come back, and they will come back when my brother grows up." When her brother celebrated her 5th birthday last year, Huiping hung a lot of small lanterns at home, and she said: "Last year's birthday, I gave it to my brother. "This year, my brother has grown up another year, and Huiping still goes home every day after school to cook for her brother, feed pigs and cows with her grandparents, arrange all the chickens and ducks at home, and then go back to school. Back on campus, she was still the same kid playing with her classmates. The shiny, decorated hairpin had a bow tied in her ponytail. She said her father bought her hairpins and she wanted to keep them forever.
Whether it's cooking at home, feeding cows, or attending school classes, Huiping always wears a small bag with a pearl chain and black and white checks. She sat on the swing and said to Tan Songyun next to her: "This is what my mother bought for me, the chain has been broken once, I tie it like this, you see, it won't fall off." The small bag was always on her back, she said, and when she missed her mother, she wrote a note and put it in.
How can you not miss it? Huiping misses her parents, but she is not in a hurry for them to come back, because she knows that her father has to earn money to support the family, and her mother has to take care of her sick grandmother. They promised her that he would come back when his brother grew up. The day when my younger brother can also cook, my younger brother will grow up.
It turns out that not only those who get a lot of love will share love, those who need a lot of love will give a lot of love first. She would hold the end of the pearl chain tightly, expecting, waiting.
"To borrow a phrase from Li Jianjian, sometimes there is more sweet and sour, sometimes more bitter and spicy, so I have always felt that if the bitterness is in the front, the sweetness in the back will be more. If the sweet one is in front, it will also experience some bitterness in the future. Bittersweet and bitter is something that each of us will experience in our lifetime. Tan Songyun, who grew up in the palm of her hand, also tasted bitter and spicy taste for a long time later, and the more she grew up, the more she realized that the armor that protected her would become thicker and thicker, but the real growth was to have the courage to take off the hard shell and still love softly.
Time will pass, but memories will not fade. When she was a child, Tan Songyun wanted to grow up to be a free adult, and now, she is glad that she is slowly walking in the direction she wants.
Growing up is a hard thing. Every goodbye is a moment of growing up. Therefore, every stumbling and heart in the process of growing up needs to get some attention, listening and response. It's like throwing a stone in the lake, stirring up a splash, and expecting someone to see it.
The sunset slowly walked in the residual clouds, and in the unusually quiet evening, the sound of the tractor gradually approached, presumably the person driving the tractor was also a father of a child. "In the future, most children will stay in the town and become the future masters of the town. Perhaps ten years later, the father who worked in the field pointed to the paddy field and said to the children around him, you see countless stars flowing in the river here. Tan Songyun and Kang Yu sat on the hillside, and Kang Yu said to Tan Songyun.
This is the sixth year that Light Poetry is supporting rural children to take poetry lessons. Six years ago, Kang Yu thought that her story with rural education would end with the end of volunteer teaching, and she was preparing to continue her graduate school. On Teachers' Day, when she was no longer "Teacher Kang," Kang Yu received a large box of poems sent to her by children. One of the pieces of paper reads, "The people in heaven are lighting fires, and the people on earth are making wishes, Teacher Kang, can I make a wish?" I hope that more children will find themselves in poetry like me. That day, Kang Yu suddenly began to believe where the answer he was looking for was. Six years have passed, and Kang Yu has changed from the one who looks for the answer to the one who writes the answer. And this answer will be continued by more "light poets" young poets in the future.
The day before the filming day, Kang Yu met the first children she taught in the school cafeteria. The girl is now in college and has returned to the school in the mountains for internships. During the meal, the girl dialed the video calls of several other classmates, some of whom had learned their favorite majors after going to college, and some of whom said that they would return to school after graduation to teach their children to write poetry. When these children reach junior high school, they will no longer take poetry classes. As they grow older, they will encounter many things in their growth, and poetry may still be the code for them to express their emotions, a way to express beauty and love.
It was getting dark, and more and more lights were lit up in the distance. Kang Yu pointed to the light in the distance and said to Tan Songyun: "Dozens of kilometers away is the poetry town - Zhangshui Town, and there is a poetry path in the town. During the New Year, the children's parents can see the poems they wrote on the way home. In the dark night, the poetry lightbox lit up along the winding mountain road, like a starry road, waiting for them to go home.
The sky is clear, because of the full moon and a charming light blue, but after looking at it for a long time, the light blue is clearly a deep blue, and the surroundings are extremely quiet, Tan Songyun and Kang Yu are two people in the moonlight, along the path downhill.
Tan Songyun: "Tomorrow's poetry concert, we also invite the families of the little poets to participate."
Kang Yu: "Well, they need to listen and respond a little more."
The mountains are wild, and the afternoon sun shines on the green spaces surrounded by white houses and trees. Teachers and young poets hung the poems and canvases they had written on the playground the day before on ropes. The wind mischievously blows over the hung "thoughts", again and again.
The black speaker was exposed on the grass, and the little poet went to the nearby woods to drag a few wicker sticks and put a green sweater on the speaker. Hanging between two bamboo poles, "Falling into Your Dream" is like lying in the wind, waiting for everything. In the child's world, the sun in the sky is on the cloth, and the moon in the night is in the poem. The wind blows poems and paintings, and the leaves rustle. Tan Songyun and Zou Wei were going through the final rehearsal, and the small benches moved from the villagers' houses next door had their own places, everything was ready, waiting for the family to slowly sit down.
Villagers sat on the side of the road, some mothers-in-law carried baskets, some grandfathers stopped farming, passing villagers stopped to watch, and the poetry concert began. Little poets took their own poetry books, held microphones, walked to the small "front of the stage", and read their poems to their families and to the mountains.
Some of the little poet's families sat offstage, some were far away from the mountains, and some were gone forever. Li Ya read: "Grandma's sleeping pillow is too high, I sleep with my grandmother, grandma is like at the head of the rock, I am like at the foot of the rock." Tears swirled in her eyes, and the unspoken sadness and longing overflowed her eyes and welled up in her heart with tears the moment she finished reading the poem.
Tan Songyun hugged Li Ya tightly, always comforting, Li Ya's little red face was soaked with tears, and at this moment she finally released the sadness she had suppressed for a long time.
Clouds drift by, occasionally blocking the sun, and there is shade above the grass. Tan Songyun and the children's singing gently caressed the fields, caressed the green leaves on the trees, and smoothed the folds in the hearts of everyone present. The concert ended in the sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon, and children, teachers, and parents walked home, "walking on the road full of sunshine, their bodies were shining gold, as if they had done something good" ("Sunshine" Wang Yigang, 9 years old, Henan) At that time, the sun fell on everyone, and poetry fell on everyone's heart. The song also crossed the mountains and traveled far away.
The children deep in the mountains, some of their parents are working outside, some have divorced, and they can only stay with their grandparents when they are young. They bid farewell to the immaturity and willfulness of children early, and took the initiative to take care of themselves, their elders and even their younger siblings. Therefore, the people and things that children longed for, missed, lonely and could no longer be found echoed in the closed mountains, and no one listened. Fortunately, there are poems that can hold emotions, and they leave what they think and feel in the poetry book, and the language is full of kindness, courage and gentleness. The mountains are stacked, and the children are the children of the mountains, but because they have poetry in their hearts, they also have the power to call outward.
Through the "Breeze Benefiting Together" public welfare project jointly launched by ELLE and Xinhua News Agency, we and Tan Songyun compose the poems and stories written on the children's paper into the song "Falling into Your Dreams with Poems", so that they have a more direct and gentle way of expression in addition to poetry. By holding a poetry concert in the village, inviting the family of the little poet to the concert site, this is the first time that many parents sit down and quietly listen to the deepest desires and voices of the children who have been ignored, and the children's hearts are slowly understood and cared for by the family. As long as there is response and listening, growing up in a lonely mountain is not alone.
Public welfare companions: Tan Songyun Kang Yu
Produced by: ELLE, the world fashion garden
Co-producer: Xinhua News Agency Audio and Video Department Xinhua News Agency Quick Look
Executive Producer/Director: Shu Xiumeng
Assistant Director: Zhang Hanzi
Producer: Jenny Zhang and Li Xun
Curators: Shu Xiumeng, Chen Xiaohan, Meng Yi
Music Director: Zou Wei
Director of photography: Zhang Hengkun
Camera team: Wang Baoping, Zheng Yanguo, Wu Yadong
Recording: Wang Shanyue
Later group: Yang Jinyi, Zhang Hanzi, Chen Xiaohan, Shi Wenlong
Narration copywriter: Shu Xiumeng Meng Yi
Lighting assistant: Zhang Ming, Zhang Xiaolong
English subtitles: Chen Xiaohan Zhang Yueying
Graphic photography: Zhang Boran
Photography Assistant: Shou Nan
Interview: Zhao Liying
Design: Mika Meng Sicheng Shang Block III
Operation: Lu Jun, Xiao Wen
Theme song "Falling into Your Dreams with Poems"
Singing: Tan Songyun
Composer: Tan Songyun Zou Wei
Composers: Kang Yu, Chen Xiaohan, Zou Wei
Arranger, hand disc: Zou Wei
Later music video: Chen Xiaohan
Recording: Wang Haoan, Zou Wei
Mixing: Zhang Mojie
Children's chorus: Li Xuemei, Li Ya, Li Na, Weng Xiaoyan, Zou Jiashun, Li Jiayuan, Chen Jinyu, Qi Huiping, Yang Yonggui, Mu Chunli, Huang Haijun, Yang Yongchao, Yang Ziming, Zhou Liran, Zi Zengwang
Planner: Shu Xiumeng Wu Yaohui