春日镜语 Reflections on Spring through the Lens

汝铭

　　午后的斜阳穿过兴庆宫斑驳的宫墙，在青石板上流淌出琉璃般的光影。三十余名学员轻装上阵，三三两两聚在南门内的花径旁。指针指向14:30，这个被摄影师称作"黄金时刻"的午后，郁金香在炽烈阳光下泛着釉质的光泽，牡丹的花蕊被阴影切割成深浅不一的金箔。

班长的点名声惊起几只蝴蝶，身着蓝色抓绒衣的袁老师，魁梧的身影在花海中格外醒目。他手持手机示范构图："注意顶光的处理，把飞檐放在九宫格左三分之一处，每人拍三组景别。"同时将其他班级上午拍摄的样片分享到学习群。我蹲下身，微距镜头里忽然绽放出微观宇宙——露珠在粉白花瓣上折射出彩虹，蜜蜂绒毛沾满金粉，连花蕊的震颤都带着韵律。湖风掠过郁金香田，空气里漂浮着液态的芬芳。

整片花田像是打翻的蜂蜜罐，阳光在花瓣上流淌着液态的金箔。王老师轻轻握住我的手腕调整焦距："看，S型曲线能让花海呼吸。"当镜头沿着花茎蜿蜒而上，我忽然看见风在花海里写下灵动的诗行，每朵花都在应和着春天的韵律。屏幕里的花朵层次被施了魔法，浅粉渐变为深紫，如同少女在暮色中晕开的腮红。

移步第二拍摄点时，溪水忽然焕发出别样的生机。班长举着手机立在石板桥上，镜头要捕捉波光与人影交错的瞬间。"注意三分法！"她的声音随着潺潺流水声飘来。我试着将古建筑置于黄金分割点，飞檐与流云恰好构成一幅水墨小品，檐角铜铃在风中轻颤，抖落满地碎金。

四点钟的斜阳已悄然西倾，湖面铺展着细长的金色绸带。我们围坐在青石旁分享成果：郁金香或雍容或俏皮，溪水时湍急时温柔。最动人的那张小桥流水，波光与行人的脚步在水面交织，仿佛时光在这一刻变得轻盈。

收拾器材时，班长突然指着天际惊呼。西沉的夕阳将云霞染成蜜橘色，飞檐被镀上流动的金边。那抹转瞬即逝的金色，不正是春天馈赠的礼物？我忽然懂得，所谓摄影，不过是用镜头将刹那酿成永恒——就像此刻，四月的风，午后的光，还有我们在时光长河中定格的笑靥。

In the afternoon, the slanting sun rays passed through the mottled palace walls of Xingqing Palace, casting glaze - like light and shadows that flowed on the bluestone slabs. More than thirty students, traveling light, gathered in twos and threes beside the flower - lined path inside the South Gate. When the clock pointed to 2:30 p.m., this afternoon moment, which photographers call the "golden hour", the tulips glistened with an enamel - like sheen under the intense sunlight, and the stamens of the peonies were sliced into gold foils of different shades by the shadows.

The roll - call by the monitor startled a few butterflies. Teacher Yuan, wearing a blue fleece jacket, had a burly figure that stood out prominently in the sea of flowers. Holding his mobile phone, he demonstrated composition, saying, "Pay attention to handling the top - light. Place the flying eaves at the left one - third of the“magic square”. Each person should take three sets of different shot scales." At the same time, he shared the sample photos taken by other classes in the morning in the study group. I crouched down, and suddenly, a microscopic universe bloomed in the macro lens — dewdrops refracted a rainbow on the pink - white petals, the bee's down was covered with golden pollen, and even the tremors of the stamens carried a rhythm. A lake breeze swept across the tulip field, and the air was filled with a liquid - like fragrance.

The entire flower field was like a toppled honey pot, with sunlight flowing like liquid gold foil on the petals. Teacher Wang gently held my wrist to adjust the focus, saying, "Look, the S - shaped curve can make the sea of flowers seem to breathe." As the lens wound up along the flower stems, I suddenly saw the wind writing vivid poems in the sea of flowers, and every flower was echoing the rhythm of spring. The layers of the flowers on the screen seemed to be enchanted, with light pink gradually turning into deep purple, like the blush of a maiden blooming in the twilight.

When we moved to the second shooting point, the stream suddenly took on a different kind of vitality. The monitor stood on the stone bridge, holding her mobile phone, trying to capture the moment when the shimmering waves and human figures intersected. "Pay attention to the rule of thirds!" Her voice drifted over along with the gurgling sound of the flowing water. I tried to place the ancient building at the golden section point, and the flying eaves and floating clouds happened to form a small ink - wash painting. The bronze bells at the eaves trembled gently in the wind, scattering broken gold all over the ground.