Yuan

one

In the 1980s, I was very interested in two people on the army news front. One is a coachman, and the other is a groom. At that time, they were already famous inside and outside the army. I am first interested in their names, and I never forget them. I have to guess the origin of this name. After a guess, I feel familiar with and concerned about this person. The focus is on the photos they took and published in the newspaper, each of which is very eye-catching, causing many associations and arousing my interest in photography.

The driver is a photojournalist of the People's Liberation Army Daily, and the groom is a press officer of a group army in Lanzhou Military Region. They all had the experience of working in a military club, and I was working in a division club at that time, so I was a little close psychologically and emotionally. Although they have never met, they are old monitor and my role model, and the road they have taken is the direction of my efforts. Because the geographical location is relatively close, I feel closer to the groom.

/kloc-at the end of 0/985, he went to the front line of Laoshan in Yunnan with the troops. The work of the military club is mainly to show movies, organize singing, insert them correctly during holidays, play songs according to the schedule, and write banners to set the table during meetings. Very cultured, very laid-back, very enviable in the army. However, after arriving at the front line, due to confidentiality reasons and security considerations, the function of the club has no place to play at all, so Director Du of our political department told me that you should write a report and give you some money to buy a camera to take some photos and leave some information, which may be used in the military history museum in the future. Although I was lured by coachmen and grooms to make movies a long time ago, I always stayed at the ideological level and didn't put it into action. I bought the camera. I didn't have a teacher. I just read the instructions. Now I sell it.

One day, the "Golden Dream" run by the participating troops arrived at the station, perhaps because of the war barrier or inconvenient transportation, and it was issued many times at a time. What makes my eyes shine is the vivid and thrilling photos in the newspaper, as if they were binoculars, which let us see the heroic feats of the officers and men participating in the war in the bullets, and often tears come to our eyes. What surprised me even more was that I saw the groom's name in the newspaper, and I really felt like seeing my relatives at that time. Before going to the front, our distance was two provinces. After going to the front, we were in a county town, separated only by a mountain. If they all face the southeast, our main direction is Laoshan at first glance. If you see the old mountain, it means that we have met. From this, I danced happily, and the problem that bothered me and made me insomnia was solved without the teacher's teaching. Monitor Ma and Teacher Ma, whether he listened or not, I shouted three times in the direction of the combat headquarters and the groom's garrison. Dongshan in Bali River echoes me with a long voice, Laoshan in the southeast echoes me with a dull voice, and Panlong River in the valley echoes me with a cheerful voice. Teacher Ma, did you hear that? I don't care. I should take Shanchuan's reply as Mr. Ma's response.

The next day, while our teacher was having a meeting at the front-line combat headquarters, I couldn't wait to get a ride to the newspaper to find Mr. Ma. As a result, I was told that Mr. Ma had inspected the front line. Ask when you will come back, say, you can't say for sure. Return disappointed. Later, I went to the newspaper twice, but I didn't see Mr. Ma's face. I muttered angrily, he always ran to the front line when nothing happened. Without looking up, an editor said that photographers are different from writers. Writers can make phone calls, listen to reports, read materials, and sit in the office to complete the task of writing manuscripts. Photographers must know where our soldiers are, where the battle begins, and where they are. Only by being braver than soldiers and rushing faster than soldiers can we truly and vividly record the heroic behavior of soldiers in battle. How dangerous that is! The editor stared at me from behind his glasses This is not dangerous, it is a job that needs to be completed at the risk of life. Besides, any soldier who fights is not risking his own life. From this, I have a lot of respect for Mr. Ma, and I have a lot of concerns about his life safety. I can't imagine how he carried a gun and a camera in the smoke of war and dodged enemy bullets. I have no personal experience, and my imagination is empty and pale. That is the experience of life and the only way for photographers. Only those who are fearless of their mission can walk the road to the end. Teacher Ma is such a military reporter.

Let it be. From then on, I am no longer in a hurry to see Mr. Ma. Instead, I take newspapers as my teacher, all the photos published in newspapers as my teacher, especially the photos taken by Mr. Ma as my teacher, learn to use optical framing to learn composition, and hone my photography skills with all the officers and men of our division as models, film as draft paper and photos taken by Mr. Ma as models. At that time, color photos were just popular, and the teacher had a Minolta camera in his hand. I took photos of every class, row, company and even everyone of our teacher. If there is a color photo of officers and men going to the front line of Laoshan, Yunnan, it must be taken by me.

One day, I learned from the newspaper that Yuan, a newspaper reporter interviewed by the attacking troops, died and was seriously injured in the war-torn position. What happened to the strangers, the groom and Yan? My heart has been torn by them. Whenever I see their films in the newspaper, I will be happy for a while, just like meeting them. Therefore, photography is not only a technical activity, but more importantly, it bears the heavy responsibility of truly recording historical events. This is a sacred profession, and the people engaged in this work deserve our respect. According to the data, Mr. Ma won the second class in the front-line battle in Laoshan, Yunnan, which can be said to be the military medal of his life.

My respected teacher Ma has never met him until the end of the war, but I still remember the film he made in the front line of deep combat today. For a long time after I came back from the front, the scene of the front-line battle and the films taken by the first-line photographers and teachers haunted my mind like slides, even in some dreams. In particular, Yuan's sacrifice shocked me: filming will kill people. From then on, I put down my camera, picked up my pen and began to write. At the same time, let go of Mr. Mavma No common goal, no common goal. Brave teacher Ma, I dare not follow in your footsteps. I said silently in my mind.

two

1992 a few days before new year's day, cadres of the Lanzhou military region organized organs to replace troops, that is, to replace company cadres who led troops at the grassroots level all the year round and go home for the new year. Coincidentally, Mr. Mavma and I were assigned to the same regiment. This team is located in a desert area with no name but 7 13 in Shihanjing, Ningxia. He works as an instructor in one company and I work as a deputy company commander in another company. Before that, I had been transferred to Lanzhou Military Region for more than two years. My impression is that Mr. Ma entered the local organs earlier than me. We work in a department and eat on a big stove, but there is no intersection. He works as a reporter in CCTV's Lanzhou Military Region reporter station. I edited and studied the party history and military history of Lanzhou Military Region in a pile of historical materials. I am ashamed to say that I, a fan of Mr. Ma, have eaten in a pot with Mr. Ma for two years and haven't exchanged a word with him.

At that time, my company was reorganized by the regiment and brought to the Yellow River site in Ding Yang, Yanhuan, to support local economic construction. There are only seven cadres and eight soldiers left in the company. What can be used to replace this position? Teacher Ma's company is similar. So Zhang Jiazhe, the head of the regiment, came to us and said that there were no soldiers in the company at present, so it was meaningless to stay. You would stay in the hostel of the regimental headquarters, give full play to your specialties, make films and write manuscripts, and promote the news work in the regiment. So there was the first meeting with Teacher Ma.

As soon as we met, I couldn't wait to find out the origin of his name. Teacher Ma, formerly known as Tokyo Ma, was renamed Ma after enlisting. The reason is: I look like a groom, and I hope I can do well no matter how humble I am. Interesting. The name Tokyo is more interesting. 1950, the word Tokyo was used to name this doll. This parent is not simple. If these two words are used in today's name, some online sprayers will associate them together, saying that you are a traitor and a traitor, and you will not stop until you are punished for changing your name.

Although we are both journalists, we are very different. He plays with the machine and I play with the pen. We are totally different (Mr. Ma was a CCTV reporter in Lanzhou Military Region at that time, and it was still a bit awesome to bring a camera). In order to play its role effectively, he asked someone to send a camera from Lanzhou, and then took the machine to the company to set up the Yellow River project in Yanhuan. The construction site is very busy, and I have never asked about it. Because we are different, haha, I am busy with mine, and he is busy with his, but the goal is the same, all working overtime for the team news work.

One day, the team organized some left-behind companies to go camping for an internship, which was about two days and one night. I live next door, and Teacher Ma called me at the top of her lungs with Shanpu. Hong Jun, pack your things and let's go on a trip with the troops. The sound rang like a gong. What should I do? I can't write while walking. When I come back from my trip, I will talk to some company commanders and soldiers and know everything. He rushed to the door of my room and continued to beat the gong a little unhappily: How can you write a good manuscript without personal experience? Facing the old monitor, idol and teacher, I dare not contradict him and say loudly: resolutely obey the command and resolutely complete the task.

In the cold winter, in the icy desert, the temperature is more than 20 degrees below zero. The wind whined like a round whip and hit the face like a wicker. The pain goes deep into the skin. I don't have any burden except carrying a book and a pen in my satchel, while Mr. Ma carries an iron knot weighing 20 or 30 kilograms (in fact, I didn't know how heavy the camera was at that time. I tried to get it in his room, but I thought it was quite expensive. I dare not move a finger. I ran to the front for a while, and then I saw him crawling on the snow with his machine on his back, shouting at the zipper troops. It's the same broken gong, but it's getting worse and worse. As soon as the troops ran past, he got up and chased them, and the officers and men of the troops kept tossing themselves. In fact, I have been tortured, always falling behind, falling behind the troops like a broken tail, watching their backs and watching everyone steaming and foggy like a boiling kettle. Among them, Teacher Ma is the biggest boiler. Accurately speaking, he is not a boiling kettle, but a cauldron filled with boiling water. From a distance, it looks like a hot spring in winter, and the whole person is filled with fog.

The next morning, there were more than two hours before the sun went down. According to Mr. Ma's instructions the night before, the group leader ordered the emergency assembly number to be sounded. As soon as the bugle sounded, Mr. Ma was already standing outside the tent with his machine on his back, posing as a worker.

After the troops were assembled, they ran to a place three kilometers away in full armed, and then waited for orders. In fact, after the troops arrived at the camp on the first day, Mr. Ma and the regiment leaders found it, which not only met the strategic and tactical requirements, but also required the effect of filming.

It's getting dark, the wind is cold, and my steps are stumbling in a hurry. From time to time, officers and men fell. I'm worried that Mr. Ma will trip, and I'm even more worried that he will fall and break the machine, so that this urgent move will be in vain.

I'm afraid it's unnecessary. Teacher Ma seems to have eyes on his feet, and he didn't stumble all the way. Soon at the latent point, Mr. Ma seemed to be one of the officers and men who performed the task, lurking motionless on the snowy mountain with the troops. Different from the officers and men of the army, because of the cold, officials wrapped their coats more and more tightly, while Teacher Ma took off his coat and wrapped the camera tightly. He whispered to me, if we freeze to death, we will be busy in vain. I admire his dedication and rich work experience. I mean: then put on my coat. If you freeze, we'll be busy for nothing. As a result, my cold mouth shivered and said, then you can wear me as a coat. He smiled: You are so young that I look like a vest, so it doesn't matter. Yes, Mr. Ma is tall and big, and I am thin and short by several sizes. I laughed, too, and laughed. I feel warm when I smile, and a small flame is burning.

When the sun just showed a little eyebrows from the horizon, when the first ray of sunshine approached the horizon like chasing light, I was shocked by the picture under this chasing light. Because the water droplets condensed by hot air on the eyebrows and hats during the emergency March have all turned into ice, the officers and men lurking in the ice are integrated with the motherland under the snow, as if they were part of the mountain, which is difficult to shake.

Mr. Ma is very busy, with close-ups, long shots and big scenes. I only have eyes for Mr. Ma, and I am deeply impressed by his creativity and persistence. As a matter of fact, I was frozen and trapped in a snowy mountain. I can't climb if I want to, so I have to wait for help.

After the tour, the film made by Teacher Ma seems to be on the news broadcast, which is the first time in the history of this group. I wrote a feature "This year's zipper is particularly unusual", and 80% of the ink was spilled on Teacher Ma. Teacher Ma read my manuscript and seriously criticized me: When doing news, the camera should always be at the grassroots level, focusing on officers and men. Miss Ma is a teacher and I am a pupil. I was speechless and had to scratch my head to find another news point.

I remember that before the Spring Festival, Mr. Ma took the initiative to ask the group leader to arrange a Spring Festival party to enliven the holiday life. We are all from clubs, so we can say that we are professional counterparts and are familiar with parties.

Do it. First determine the song to be sung, and then determine the comic sketch to be performed. At the same time, we will brainstorm all kinds of talents in the company, who can sing, dance, play bamboo boards, pull and play. Without a notebook, Mr. Ma wrote it by himself, burning the midnight oil, which is vivid, touching and appropriate. What is versatility? Teacher Ma showed incisively and vividly. If it weren't for the inseparable work and life, my understanding of Mr. Ma might still stay in his name: the groom.

I am also a director of the club. How can he be so much better than me? No more than I don't know. If I pull it out, it will be a horse from Shen Jun, and I am not even a Xiao Lv.

I remember at the party, Mr. Sang Ma sang two songs, such as Journey to Heaven and Loess Plateau, which were still the kind of broken gongs and sandstorms. The officers and men clapped their hands hard to imitate his broken gong and shouted, one more, one more. My mouth is almost cracked, with blood, and that joy is in tune with the unique rhythm of the Spring Festival.

At the same time, we have free time. I only do one thing in my spare time: playing military chess. Touch it in your hand in the dark, and there will always be only one result: he wins and I lose, and there is no accident. I don't know why, but I don't think I am stupid. Just like an engineer, he has to dig for two months, but the fact is that every time I meet an engineer, it is always a small platoon leader or a company commander, without exception. I am very helpless. Teacher Ma has a nose. In the following years, we went to the army together. As soon as I said the next move, he immediately took out the military chess from his luggage: you decide how to go. Every time I started like this, I played n times and still lost without exception. Later, I found out the reason: the military chess is his, and I can't lose with his surname Ma.

The replacement ended because of our great contribution: Mr. Ma's film was on CCTV, and the news broadcast set a record. I posted 68 articles in 60 days, which helped the group get rid of the backward hat that has been worn for many years. The group should give us credit. Teacher Ma spoke: Give more rewards to soldiers. A merit is very important for the future development of a soldier. Give them.

When I was fighting at the front, I gave my soldiers two third-class merits. I also want to establish a merit table in the file to increase support for my future development. I don't have as much credit as Mr. Ma. I can't be greedy if he doesn't want it.

three

I don't know why, Teacher Ma, who works in the military region, suddenly told me one day: I have been transferred back to the Shaanxi Military Region, and I have time to play chess. I opened my mouth in surprise. Before I came to my senses, he had left my sight. Soon, I was also transferred from the military history editing room of the military region to the northwest militia magazine as a screenwriter. We became a system, and I was his superior organ. Because of interviews, subscriptions, participation in activities, etc., I had many opportunities to go to Xi 'an in those years. Every time I go to Ann, I will go to Mr. Ma's office to have a chat. I just don't drink, and Teacher Ma doesn't touch alcohol. He seems to be allergic to alcohol, and his lips and face are red to his ears. He looks like the man who just quarreled with him. The face is red and the neck is thick, which is a bit scary. So every time I see him, I talk about everything except wine and chess.

At that time, he not only engaged in photography, but also engaged in photography. He is busy turning on the relevant machines. Every time I see him, he either edits the film or develops the photos. He is too busy to say a few words. I said, I'm an editor now. Besides CCTV and the central newspaper, you can also give us an article or two. By the way, multiple articles will do. Support my work and add some color to our magazine.

He really adds color to our magazine. I have been sending me some photos of female militia women reservists, and I also specially noted: cover photos. He did all the editing work for me. I called him and asked him: Do you only know lesbians? Do you only see lesbians? He burst into laughter like a gong: didn't you let me add some color to your magazine? Are there too many gay men and too few lesbians in our militia reserve? Are there too many people vying to see the beautiful women? Is the circulation of your magazine on the rise?

Richard sounds ridiculous, but he posted his own cover, and there are always enthusiastic readers calling to mail magazines. I remember one year, in the twelfth issue of the magazine, ten women militiamen were distributed, and a leader joked with me: Xiao Yuan, I think it is more appropriate to change the northwest militia into the northwest women militia. I replied, I don't know any of them. A complete donkey's lips don't fit a horse's mouth. In the following year, there was no female militia on the cover, which not only led to a significant decline in the number of magazine subscription, but also criticized my leader and said: Your magazine is too monotonous and lacks color. I just laughed.

The first time I went to Ann was on a weekend. Teacher Ma took me to his house. As soon as I entered the door, I was startled by a girl in military uniform: I looked familiar. By the way, this photo is the cover of our magazine.

This is my little girl, don't you remember

I remember your little daughter, taller than a bench leg. I don't know this beautiful woman. He smiled, the children are old, we are old, and I am about to retire. Yes, time is a sharp knife, only cutting back youth.

For personal benefit, regardless of public interest. I made fun of Mr. Ma. The girl said: Uncle Yuan, the film was shot by my father and the manuscript was sent to you by me. Thank you for your insight. Teacher Ma and I stared at each other and smiled at each other, with wrinkles on our faces.

four

After retirement, Mr. Ma can be said to have lived to a new height, and the word splendid is somewhat weak for him.

Perhaps it is the attachment to the troops, perhaps it is the feelings of the soldiers who can't let go. He always wears camouflage clothes. In Yuanyang, Yunnan, Xiang Xue in the northeast, or Nalati grassland in Xinjiang and Bashang in Inner Mongolia, if there is one of the teams running after the scenery all year round, it must be Mr. Ma, and if there are one or two people wearing camouflage clothes, it must be his companions. In those years, he almost traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and took all the great rivers and mountains of the motherland into his lens with his perspective. During that time, Mr. Ma also established a magnificent studio. When I am on a business trip in Xi 'an, as long as I have an hour of free time, I will go to his work. Every time I go, he always shows off his works with a projector. Through his lens, I enjoyed one beautiful scenic spot after another, such as the terraced fields in Yuanyang, the night view of Xiang Xue and the morning on the dam. Looking at it, I want to take my camera bag and take a trip in Teacher Ma's footsteps at once.

There is a lyric that seems to be: the mountains and rivers of the motherland are connected with my heart. Teacher Ma's lover, my sister-in-law, said: The old horse really only has the mountains and rivers of the motherland, no baby, no baby mother. I said, no matter how wild a horse is, it will grow old one day.

Maybe there is nothing worth running, or maybe he is really tired of running. After running for several years, Mr. Mafuma returned to his hometown Pucheng to find a wonderful place and set up a photography base. From spring to winter, he photographed summer and autumn after summer, still wearing a camouflage uniform with some traces of time, carrying a tripod, and carrying a long gun and a short gun on his shoulder. From a distance, he looked serious. Sometimes one person, sometimes several people, sometimes a group of people. He called me many times and asked me to visit his sketching base. I always promise, but I never put it into action. I want to take time to go after retirement, but retired people are free, so I don't have to ask for leave when I go out. I just don't think there is enough time. When you open your eyes, you can't see or touch catchy words from sunrise to lights-out. Just one word: busy.

Later, he moved his nest and tied it to the mysterious Shenmu in northern Shaanxi, and began his work in full swing. He made a lot of phone calls, but I promised every time. A few years later, none of them succeeded. Writing here, a sentence from Chairman Mao's old man suddenly popped up in my mind: Thirty-eight years have passed, with a flick of my finger.

I didn't go, but I know a thing or two about what Teacher Ma is doing and what he has accomplished.

Our time is really great, especially after WeChat, we miss who we are. We don't need to send a telegram, write a letter or make a phone call. We can open the WeChat finger and drag it up on the mobile phone screen to find the person we want. We can tap his wechat avatar twice with our fingers, and then we can open the door and walk into his colorful world. Especially extroverts like Mr. Ma and I, they have a little happiness and pride that can't be broadcast to the whole world through loudspeakers. In this way, Mr. Ma takes pictures of him every day, and I lie on the sofa or bed, scratching my mobile phone screen with one finger, all of which are carefully selected and carefully deployed by him. He struggled with his legs and I struggled with my fingers and eyes. For a time, browsing his WeChat became an important job every day, just like circulating documents at work every day.

Especially in autumn and winter, he took a group of photos in tens of thousands of acres of old persimmon forest in Pucheng. Red persimmons hanging from branches, strings of bright persimmon bottles, white sheep under trees and girls dressed as hot as persimmons attracted people's attention and ran away from home to the old persimmon forest. Later, I heard that many people were tempted by Mr. Ma's WeChat, carrying that guy named Mr. Shi on their backs and driving to the old persimmon forest. Later, these photography hobbies were widely publicized through WeChat. Photographers from all over the world took their families in groups of three or five, and teacher Ma Ben also came to the persimmon forest. For a time, the people in the old persimmon forest became farmhouses, and there were as many people under the persimmon tree as there were persimmons. At night, the windows of persimmons are as red as dawn, and the smoke from the chimney twists from the crow to dusk. People's days are redder than persimmons, laughter is often on their lips, and smiles are often on their faces.

Persimmons are sometimes sold in boxes and also sold. Selling more and selling less has a stalk in the hearts of ordinary people. The common people said, "We will never forget to dig people when we eat and drink water. Our village is as prosperous as a persimmon today, thanks to Teacher Ma. " .

The common people wanted to set up a statue of God of Wealth for Mr. Ma, but they turned around and disappeared. At this time, Mr. Ma put on a brand-new military camouflage uniform and went to Shenmu to try to unveil the mystery of Shenmu.

I have been to Shenmu countless times before, and every time I go, I go directly to the wine table of the wine field, then I keep pushing cups for a change, and then I leave the wine table and go by car. How much you eat and drink every time is left when you leave the Shenmu site. I only remember that there are two people in Shenmu, one is Si Zhiquan and the other is Zhu Erxia. Si Zhiquan is a comrade-in-arms friend and a brother. Zhu Erxia, a taxi driver, was called by Si Zhiquan to accompany me to drink. She sang "I want a glass of wine". The dregs of the world are destroyed, and the wine is burning. I was drunk and Zhu Erxia was tired of singing. I didn't eat a mouthful of food, and Zhu Erxia didn't drink a mouthful of wine. Although the song is sour, it is really nice. Wine is good, but it's really heartbroken. Then I remembered the sour songs of Shenmu and a taxi driver Zhu Erxia. In my impression, Shenmu is Zhu Erxia, and Zhu Erxia is the magical Shenmu. I have no other impression of Shenmu.

Some time ago, I saw an exclusive interview with Teacher Ma by Shenmu County TV Station on WeChat. Speaking of every film, I remember very clearly which village and township it was shot in, and it was shot in the west of each village. It seems that all those towns and villages have uncles, aunts and aunts who have been away for many years and are familiar with the road. Movies have mountains and rivers, local customs and folk customs.

In China's photography circle, Mr. Ma is a god-like person and exists as a god. Let's just say that in Pucheng, he successively filmed, sorted out and published Millennium Storm, Echo of History, Yaoshan Persimmon Red, Rhyme of Time, Pucheng Today, Blue Helmets Mission, Crossing a Hundred Years, Great Beauty Martial Arts, Lifeline, Wei Zaigan Mausoleum, and Life. 1934 In Shenmu, he successively filmed Energy in Northern Shaanxi, Ancient Town, Great Wall, Strange Stone of the Yellow River, Zaoxiang, Gaojiabao, Erlang Mountain, Autumn Rhyme, Tiantai Mountain, Yellow River, Hongjiannao, etc. "Magic and mysterious Shenmu" photo exhibition. You don't have to look at the work. Just looking at the names of these series will make every photographer stunned. Many of our photographers have been shooting for years, decades or even a lifetime, and they may not be able to shoot a decent collection of works that satisfy them. I dare say that a photographer like Mr. Ma is unique.

five

Photography is the art of light and shadow. According to Teacher Ma, photographers are light chasers. It can also be said that it is the art of feet, from feet to cameras. The best time for landscape photography is morning and dusk. If you want to take photos of a place in the morning, you must get up an hour or two before the sun, get there, choose the right angle and set up the machine. If you want the effect of morning light, you have to wait in the dark, if you want to look in the wind and rain, if you want to look in the snow and ice, if you want to be dissatisfied once, you have to wait twice, three times, ten times and eight times. Only when you have the feelings of mountains and rivers, spring, summer, autumn and winter, can the film look what you want. Open Mr. Ma's portfolio and click on his WeChat. You can browse the works and know how many mountains, mountains, ditches, forks, ditches, ridges, slopes, slopes, ridges, ditches and canals Mr. Ma has climbed, and you can know how much sweat, hard work and good times he has lost in these years. I can't help but admire and sigh. I lament that I can't learn.

Taking and giving up is a skill of photography and an attitude towards life. After Mr. Ma retired, he chose what he loved and plunged into it. Love was dark. He rented a cave dwelling for ordinary people in Pucheng village and lived there for several years. This shows his love and persistence in photography. Similarly, he went to Shenmu, lived for four or five years, and became an out-and-out Shenmu person. Because of this love, I lost a lot of things and gave up a lot of things, such as companionship to my family and harm to my body.

I heard that he was ill some time ago and had an operation in the hospital. I called him to persuade him to give up desperate love, pay more attention to his health, spend more time with his family and enjoy life. The phone is connected. I asked him where he was, and he said he was in Shenmu.

I have nothing to say to such a man who runs into darkness. An old fogey, let him go. I only wish Mr. Ma peace and health.

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