Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 196 The poetic Yellow River is colorful
After coming out of Yinchuan Hedong International Airport, Chen Pingsheng drove his rented car directly to the source of the Yellow River without any delay.

The source of the Yellow River is in the Yuegu Zonglie Basin at the northern foot of the Bayan Har Mountains on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It is not actually "yellow" in itself.It is called the Yellow River because the sediment from the Loess Plateau was washed away by heavy rains, entered the river, and continued to precipitate.

Chen Pingsheng's route is to drive along the north line of Binhe, following the flow of the Yellow River towards the source.

Because of this, after being far away from the various scenes of the city, the only things that appeared in front of him were the surging rivers and the endless khaki colors.

The only things that accompanied Chen Pingsheng from beginning to end were the wind blowing from the banks of the Yellow River and the music from the player.

During this period of time, he has listened to nearly a hundred songs on the song list four or five times, so much so that he can sing along to two lines of each song.

So he often opened the car window, put one hand on it, and hummed a song.

Coupled with the sunglasses and clear muscle lines on his face, many girls passing by his vehicle couldn't help but take a few glances.

This made Chen Pingsheng feel the sourness of a sportsman.

During this period, his favorite song was Teacher Wu Bai's song, because the vicissitudes of his voice matched the withered yellow scenery in an unusual fit.

"So I'll close your eyes for the time being. My expectations are floating in the darkness, and the calm face reflects the colorful colors, which makes people feel so bad!"

But just as he drove to a shallow beach, he suddenly uttered a curse word.

Because he saw a picture that shocked him extremely.

In the empty sky, on the land filled with sand next to it, a solitary, three-meter-high, khaki-colored Buddha head was actually placed in the center on a wooden frame.

The Buddha's head is clearly in the style of Sakyamuni, with huge earlobes and thick lips. The appearance is clear and true, showing the exquisite skills of the statue maker.

The closed eyes seem to represent pity for the world and cannot bear to look at it.

At the same time, the top of His head is surrounded by a wooden fence. He has no hairstyle and seems to have not yet begun to shape it.

Chen Pingsheng stopped the car, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the Buddha's head in the distance.

He seemed to hear some kind of Buddha's name and chanting from a distance, but he looked around and found no trace.

"Click."

Ten minutes later, Chen Pingsheng opened the tripods one by one, stood on the ground, and pressed down hard.

It's all gravel and sand, it's not flat, and the level of the tripod needs to be adjusted.

However, Feiming LG810 is like a hammer, firmly fixing the tripod under the sand.

After adjusting his participation, Chen Pingsheng continued to wait.

The land in front of me seems to be preparing to hold some religious activities. Farther away from the Buddha's head, I can see a large number of flag-like things hanging in a line, and there are some people standing in the distance busy with something. .

Chen Pingsheng was not kept waiting for too long. Ten minutes later, an old man came over.

Wearing white clothes and a white hat, he slowly walked near the Buddha's head, raised his head and looked at this huge creation that represented religious belief, and seemed to be talking to it.

Chen Pingsheng decisively seized the opportunity and completed the shooting with a click.

After taking the photo, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the ground and looked at the huge Buddha head.

The world is silent, everything is silent.

Chen Pingsheng didn't know what he was thinking. He just looked at the huge Buddha head and felt inexplicably hollow and melancholy.

He suddenly thought of the huge jade Buddha statue that was the most famous in his hometown.

I don’t know who actually used jade carvings more than ten meters high to carve Buddha and Guanyin at the same time.The emerald green color of the glass would shock him every time he saw it.

Not only marvel at the craftsmanship of the craftsmen, but also marvel at their spirit.

Just like the Buddha's head in front of me, it is obvious that he is in the process of creating an image.

The fence above our head is the framework for the next steps.

But Chen Pingsheng didn't know how long it would take to build the Buddha's head, let alone whether his body would appear in the future.

After sitting for a while, until the sky became darker and darker, Chen Pingsheng stood up and left.

Next, he will go find tomorrow's shooting location.

"Wow..."

In the evening, Chen Pingsheng poured a bottle of mineral water into the pot. With the rising flame of the stove, the water in the pot gradually began to boil.

Seeing this, he broke the sausage in his hand into several pieces and threw them into the water, and added the instant noodles into it.

After tearing open the seasoning packet and sprinkling it in, Chen Pingsheng looked at the Yellow River in the distance.

He is now on a lawn on a leeward slope, with his car parked next to him.

Because he was too lazy to go to nearby counties to find a place to rest, Chen Pingsheng simply started camping.

This is good, it can save a lot of time.

Under the illumination of the setting sun, the Yellow River seemed particularly quiet at this time, no longer as surging as it was during the day.

Maybe the river needs a rest at night?

Chen Pingsheng smiled, put aside the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and then stirred the noodles with chopsticks.

After eating, he was about to put up the tent when he suddenly felt water dripping on his hair.

Chen Pingsheng raised his eyes and looked at the sky. Although it was a bit gray, it was indeed clearer than the sky in the city, and traces of stars could also be seen.

"Wow." The heavy rain started to fall.

Chen Pingsheng in the car pushed the seat back, took off his shoes, and lay half on the chair.

His sight was just enough to see through the glass that the rain was washing the river, bringing large tracts of sand into the Yellow River.

Along with the sound of rain, Chen Pingsheng turned on the radio.

"Next, let's listen to a song from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the 90s..."

Unexpectedly, the radio station was also playing songs.

The sound of rain, singing, and the sound of Chen Pingsheng closing his eyes and tapping the back of his phone blended together, forming a hypnotic symphony in the car.

Although he doesn't like rain, he likes the sound of rain.

Although sleeping in the car was not comfortable, he felt particularly safe, perhaps because the privacy of the small space gave him a better sense of security.

Chen Pingsheng covered himself with a blanket, turned off the lights, and fell asleep listening to the singing on the radio.
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"Drip!"

The next day, Chen Pingsheng saw more vehicles on the road, and there were even sections of road where there had been car accidents, so he had to take a detour.

However, on a small road, he saw some changes taking place at the original filming location.

It was a river beach near the Yellow River. There was originally a huge hollow pillar standing there. The lower half was a cement structure and the upper half was a brick structure.

This pillar was originally standing straight there, but when Chen Pingsheng came over to take a look today, he found that it was tilted.

Because the originally dry ground had been invaded by the river water, the pillar sank directly in.

Just when Chen Pingsheng took out his camera, two older brothers swam to the side of the collapsed pillar.They probably wanted to catch some fish, because Chen Pingsheng saw the fishing net in their hands.

Chen Pingsheng caught them floating on the water and took a photo.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the two of them left here safely, he followed them.

Chen Pingsheng drove and passed many places along the way, but he never found a suitable shooting location.

Perhaps because it rained last night, the river seemed very fast today, with the ups and downs of the tide, making people afraid to get too close.

Therefore, he could not complete the shooting in the places he was originally optimistic about, and he could only continue to move forward.

But this is not entirely a bad thing, because the scene Chen Pingsheng saw next, if it lacked the stormy waves, would actually lack a certain artistic conception.

During this time along the Yellow River, Chen Pingsheng had seen all kinds of strange scenes, but this scene still made him sigh that this world is really wonderful.

He stood on the high bank, next to a large-format camera. In the distance directly in front of them, they could see a house and a pavilion on the Yellow River, being baptized and lapped by the river water.

Chen Pingsheng didn't know how it appeared there.

Maybe it was because it was originally a high ground, maybe because there were originally clusters of houses there.

But now there is only one house left.

Chen Pingsheng feels that there is a high probability that no one will live there, because he has to worry about being swept away by the waves at all times.

So before the next wave came, he changed the camera parameters. Fortunately, although the weather today was not bright, there was no lack of light.

Otherwise, the big machine in his hand will go on strike.

"Whoa!"

The waves kept hitting the rocks at Chen Pingsheng's feet, and the large splashes made him retreat backwards.

Standing on the shore, the sound of the waves was much louder than ever.

The sound of the shutter cannot penetrate the heavy surroundings of the waves, and can only stop within a few meters and disperse lonely.

This was the first time in Chen Ping's life that he had seen this performance monster look so powerless.

I returned to the car with the camera and just put it on the passenger seat, trying to transfer the photos inside to my computer.

As a result, I found that even after I pressed the power button several times, there was no response.

"Out of battery?" Chen Pingsheng looked at it in confusion and pressed it a few more times.

Seeing that he couldn't turn on the camera, he thought for a moment that there wouldn't be any accidents.

He took out the manual, continued to try to open the camera, and changed the battery.

But still can't turn on the camera.

After trying it a few times, Chen Pingsheng gave up for the time being and navigated directly to the nearest county seat, planning to try charging it first.

Three hours later, he was already sitting on the hotel bed, looking at the Feiming LG810 and talking on the phone with a helpless expression.

"Engineer Li, do you know what to do in this situation?"

He was asking Feiming's domestic engineers.

However, Engineer Li also felt that it was a bit tricky. He couldn't determine what was causing the problem, so he could only say: "I will communicate with the headquarters tonight, Mr. Chen, can you help me take a video and photo."

"no problem."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Pingsheng looked at the completely misfired monster, touched its smooth surface, and then followed Engineer Li's instructions to take a video with his mobile phone and send it over.

　Thanks to Fuyunjuanmiao for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)