You are so fascinated by this magical wasteland. You praise its transcendence and vastness; You envy its tenacity and boldness; You read it over and over again, but you hide your own thoughts.
In each of your works, there is a closer relationship between man and nature than blood. You are a pilgrim in front of it. You gently stick your hot cheeks on the holy snow at the foot of the holy mountain, listen to the voice that makes your heart tremble in the sky among the blue sky, sunshine, white clouds and snow peaks, and bear the baptism of nature on your soul.
You are often so lonely and lost in the whirlpool of meditation for a long time. Let your mind wander freely-the vast land, the distant horizon and the long road. Look for the most intimate and tender moment in your dream, and capture the wonderful light of communication between man and nature with your heart. Sometimes you are a traveler with worried thoughts, but more often you are a traveler who banishes the soul.
The world and heaven, dreams and reality highlighted under the magnifying glass make you realize that people, like a grain of sand in the vast and lofty world, are really too small and insignificant.
White clouds float across your quiet heart lake from the top of the holy mountain and gently call you again. ...
A friend once said: Just like Shan Ye seduces the spring breeze, just like the grassland seduces the steed, the temptation of Tibet to people is so great that it is hard to get rid of it. For artists who dare to pursue, it is like the sea tempting the river. You are one of countless seduced pilgrims.
1In the autumn of 996, you and two young photographers set off from the foot of the Great Wall and started a arduous and legendary journey in the snowy area along the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. You walked into this white holy land and obsessively put yourself in a blind wasteland. In the thin air and thick snow, you hear the sound of life knotting and see the expansion of snow. Facing the nature of life, your eyes are moist and brighter. You pressed the shutter of your heart with the piety of pilgrims.
1September, 1999, you went to Tibet again, realizing your long-cherished wish to travel all over Tibet. This life is destined for Tibet, and this life is destined for Tibet. Wang Jin, the vast snowfield heard your song. In front of your work, I can't help but think of a writer's words about the West: I'm afraid the only one who dares to risk his life is the West. In the west, brave as a soldier; The west is as gentle and lovely as a beautiful woman. The west makes all people who advocate beauty in the world willing to shed blood and sacrifice. Reading your works can make people feel the historical echo from the depths of the earth and feel the unique and profound cultural heritage of the snowy nation.
Muddy and rugged mountain roads, vast and desolate wasteland, tall and steep snow-capped mountains are constantly polishing you, your will and your character. It's snowy, and you and your friends sleep in the arms of the mountains again and again. With full of youthful blood and firm faith in my heart, I am proud of the mountains and snowfields and welcome the rising sun in the holy mountains and lakes.
You are holding a piece of sincerity in your hand, and you are heading for the vast Shan Ye along the spiritual path. Thus, your experiences, experiences and emotions are integrated with the vast snowy plateau, making your mind gradually transparent, just like this lake.
You walk in the forest on golden leaves, and the rustling autumn leaves sing you a love song that you will never forget. You enjoy nature's love for you, and your love for nature is deeply imprinted in your eyes and turned into eternity.