My poetry is related to photography.

Figure 1: Walking through the old alley, those long-forgotten memories are ticked out. Those memories about my father and childhood, like fine wine, become more and more mellow with the passage of time, just like this alley full of historical sense, revealing a kind of vicissitudes precipitated by time.

Figure 2: Lines extend into the sky, splitting the pure white sky. All the past, all the stories, are dissipated in the long river of time. Only this nanpu bridge has existed for thousands of years.

Figure 3: The sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. And dusk is the most beautiful. Old people enjoy a rare day's comfort, office workers walk home, and young people are ready to enjoy nightlife. The whole city is so lively and bright.

Figure 4: The camera looks down at the whole building in a low posture. The brightly lit building is so charming, but it is also so far away. I don't know what the people inside are thinking, whether they will miss their old friends far away, and whether they will expect hot meals at home.

Figure 5: The lights are dim, and how many joys and sorrows the lights have witnessed. Silence, only silence.

Figure 6: Not a magnificent villa, but it can warm people's hearts. The lights on at night, the smell of home coming from the window, and maybe the smell of food. So plain, so hard to find.

Figure 7: High-rise buildings rise from the ground, replacing blue bricks and green tiles. Dark sky, lingering faint sadness. I don't know when everything changed, and I can't find my childhood in my memory anymore.

Fig. 8: It's rare to see this kind of old master who cuts hair, and it's replaced by more and more fashionable hair salons and younger shampoo girls. What have we lost in materialistic modern times?

Figure 9: Steel bars and iron bones, straight line, more modern, but impersonal. Rational and calm, but it doesn't give people warm power.

Figure 10: drunkenness and luxury. Fast-paced life, busy people, when can I stop, look at the surrounding scenery and listen to my real desire?