I came upon this Rice Cycle photo essay made by an American (?) traveller.
My first reaction? I am ashamed. I am deeply ashamed of never knowing, until today, how rice, the staple food for all Chinese, is grown in our motherland. I wish this photo essay were a part of my primary school textbook.
To be fair, I’ve seen pictures similar to some in there, but to see the whole process from start to finish, it’s just unbelievable. The power just cannot be matched by any subset of the whole thing.
My second thought after seeing this laborious process is probably in line with what most Chinese my age who grew up in the city–that it took so long and so much work to grow this thing. And I began to recall how my parents (and all parents) used to tell me we should not waste a single piece of rice if only to respect the work that goes into growing rice and putting it in the bowl on the dinner table.
I’m sure I’ll see more of such shocking pictures. Hopefully not from a foreigner’s travelog.
On a second thought, maybe it doesn’t matter where I see them. Or maybe it’s even more meaningful if they are found through foreigners’ eyes.
今天看了一组让我震撼的图片.一组住在中国的”老外”拍的关于稻子的照片.虽然这是中国的农村再平常不过的百年不变的日常生活,对于我却是第一次这么清晰.
忽然有些感动,对于这稻子的生命力,这稻田中耕耘的水牛的生命力,在收割完稻田中觅食的鸭子的生命力,以及终日在曝日酷暑下耕耘的人的生命力.
也许有人又要跳出来,说我只喜欢看老外暴露中国阴暗面的东西.如果你真这么想,我也没什么可说的了.
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