As a child, I studied Chinese painting and calligraphy for a long time. 料在与水交融后，透过笔力慢慢地于宣纸上描绘出或写意的花鸟鱼虫、山川河流，或工笔的花卉仕女，以及书写出横平竖直的方块字来。 I like to watch the ink and paint blend with water, and slowly draw or paint freehand flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains and rivers, or flower brush ladies on rice paper, and write horizontal and vertical square characters. When the final payment was made, the red ink on one side of the paper jumped on the paper, and the ink and blue inks became interesting. As an adult, I love photography, looking for the tacit understanding of light and shadow through the lens, and gradually figure out how to hear life tell stories in the lens.
I remember when I was studying Chinese painting, I often heard the teacher say that we must learn to pay attention to life. People don't often say that it is difficult to draw a cat and a tiger, or that the essence is difficult to grasp. The young man didn't know the sorrow. At that time, I had painted rich and aggressive peony, tough and erect ink bamboo, and everywhere crabs, but I could not draw a few pure white magnolias blooming in front of the white wall in the community. The most ordinary life can not be described with a pen, it always makes me feel a little bit sloppy.
After playing with the camera, I found that the hardest part of photography is also shooting life! Holding the camera to take pictures of people's landscapes, but I can't take the kind of fireworks in daily life. A flower, a grass, a bottle, a can is the fireworks of ordinary life. It has neither personality nor antiques, but it has a mellow taste of life. Holding the lens, it is not easy to want to capture the kindness and sweetness of life. You think, every day is flowing step by step, there is obviously so sincere, there are many beautiful moments and pictures interspersed in it, there is always a sense of powerlessness to seize that feeling. Sometimes when the shutter is pressed, the freeze-framed picture seems to be drawn from the soul in an instant, and the bustling clip loses its vitality, and it instantly seems like a break. No amount of photographic skills can capture the dynamic parts of life.
I'm afraid to take pictures that lost my soul. Those human fireworks, living life, pleasant laughter, and unforgettable years are what I want to put in the frame anyway. Every picture, every taste, every memory is combined to form a kind of pyrotechnic gas that is most comfortable and close to life. In fact, the material of the market is the warm life in my eyes, which may not be captured, but it is all in my mind. Those experiences, I remember from time to time, I miss from time to time ...
I remember in the streets of Huimin Street a few days ago, I took a few long lines of shops and bustling diners, and shared to the circle of friends that I love the fireworks in this world. A friend wrote a message underneath, saying that the food is so artistic. Indeed, eating food can open the mode of searching for fireworks and gourmets at any time. It is not necessarily a high-end restaurant. The more roadside stalls, the more they can show their old-fashioned level. The real food is the closest to the world's fireworks. Their dedication and love for food is their passion and praise for life. And I am, of course, a food lover and follower.
Shooting life, living life, how difficult it is; love life, enjoy life, not easy. Live a simple life, enjoy the fireworks that are closest to life, write and draw, walk around, grasp the present, and gain steady happiness.