Dengjiang Ridge (1)
The clouds are surging, the wind is rushing, and the green waves are spreading, embracing each other in the white jade heart.
No matter what you want to do, beauty always lies between reality and reality.
Dengjiang Ridge (Part 2)
The green waves push down the mountain layer by layer, and the green smoke billows up for nine days.
The light gauze tent is paved with emeralds, and dots of white jade are inlaid inside.
Dengjiang Ridge (3)
Who weaves layer upon layer, green fine velvet makes a good sleeping basket.
The white jade babies cling to each other, and the light gauze caresses you to lull you to sleep.
Preface
Qi Hongjin, whose pen name is Songqi, was born in Qingdao with blue sea and blue sky. He studied and worked in the green waters and lush mountains of Jianghuai and Southern Anhui. After eighteen years, he returned to his hometown and borrowed a treasure from the university. He cultivated the fertile soil of physical chemistry and nanotechnology, and was later employed by universities in Shanghai and Guangdong. He was immersed in the rich southern culture. In just eight years, he was full of talents.
Studying science and engineering, working in science and engineering, but loving literature, history, philosophy, music, body and beauty. Travel through the arts and sciences to explore the mystery of cross-border integration; travel around to appreciate the novel implications. When knowledge and action are united, you will travel to learn and make friends; when you sit and talk about Taoism, your childlike innocence will still remain. Talking and laughing among relatives, friends and students, wandering among the landscape and culture.
I don’t like to imitate, I have nothing to do with idols, I care about my original intention, and I pay special attention to the development of personality. I love crossing boundaries, always be aware of the differences between different parties, and absorb nutrients; I am willing to see new ideas come out one after another and release them through fermentation.
Since you are freed from science and engineering, why not go to the liberal arts? Prose, poetry, novels; painting, composition, clay sculpture and pottery; scripts, storytelling, photography and videography, all are available to try.
Bring a little humor, a little imagination, let your thoughts wander, and be happy and confident. Search up and down, only the strange is the best, praise the strange and love the strange, and never tire of it.