Our Documentary Nostalgia

We finally made some progress on our documentary Nostalgia! Here is my script in it!

He is my dad, an accountant of a foreign-funded corporation.

This is I, Emma, studying in an American high school.

My dad likes photography. Every weekend, he drives into mountains. He used to take pictures of landscape, but he shifts to the people there for the past two years.

The Siming Mountain is the mother mountain surrounding Ningbo.

This is how my dad, with his photos in hands, walks on the mountain roads without a specific destination.

He meets everyone like old friends of his, even though for some of them, it is their first meeting.

In order to make the villagers feeling comfortable telling personal stories to an invader of their houses, dad strives to become friends of them by engaging in their daily lives.

He thought the lives of him and these villagers were two parallel lines whose ends will never meet or overlap until he meets this old lady.

She is a 97-year-old mother, losing the ability to listen or speak.

She comes home from the temple only when her son comes back, as if there is telepath between them.

A son and a mother sit face-to-face, accompanying each other wordlessly.

Zhang is the 75-year-old son of her. Every other month, he comes into the mountain from Ningbo, which is 80 kilometers away, taking the responsibility caring for his mother from the hands of his  younger brother, who comes from Shanghai. They take turn living in the house renovated from a former sty.  Their constant company with their mother has lasted for more than ten years.

Overflowed with joy,  dad is deeply engaged in the process. At this moment, time stands still.

In summer, I go back to Ningbo. Being moved by his works, I become the curator of his photography exhibition. It turns out to be successful. I, with dad, go closer to the lives of these old people. Behind each and every one of them hides a touching story.

These two people are diagnosed with cataract. When dad wants to contact a doctor for them, the old lady rejects.

I am so impressed by them that I ask my dad, “What else can we do for them?”

This is a photography exhibition at a larger scale, and we welcome more people to come.

The exhibition opens with the support from all sectors of the society.

Dad even invites Zhang and his mother to the opening ceremony.

The photography exhibition is successful. All we do is to benefit more people in the Siming Mountain.

One rainy day, I experience his way into deep mountains with Zhang again.

Coming into the mountains is coming back home. As long as his mother is there, deeply inside the Siming Mountain locates their real home.

No matter how tough the trip is, men residing far away from home are unable to let go their initial concern.

Everyone has their own road back home. The soil far away from us lightens and warms our souls.

We live in the same world. We are not separated by a frame, and they are not frozen at the moment of picture. 

They are the epitome of our past generations. They were born at a time of political turmoil and have suffered their entire lives. They are always right there for us until the end of their lives.

Eventually, we have to say goodbye.

However, we are never willing to say goodbye to the land.

They are ourselves.

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