The summer solstice wind carries the fragrance of wheat, gently brushing over the meadow of Dianding Mountain, and I once again stand on this familiar ridge. The sky is washed indigo, with large clouds like flocks of sheep spreading across the sky. Even the wind carries a transparent warmth, carrying the rustling sound of the oat fields in the distance.
2024即将过去了，这一年有太多难忘的瞬间，自从我第一次踏上文瀛湖边的望月跳台，便开启了我与家乡的摄影元年。
岁序常易，华章日新。回首这一年，我穿梭于家乡的山山水水，访遍家乡的每一处景致。在无数个天色未明的凌晨起身奔赴，静候破晓那第一缕曙光；在反复探寻的机位上，我一次次定格日落的壮丽；
这一年，我曾仰望浩瀚无垠的星空，沉醉于宇宙的神秘；更有幸邂逅那如梦似幻的极光，见证自然的瑰丽奇景。
这一年，有拼搏的汗水，有收获的喜悦，有挫折后的成长，承蒙岁月不弃，感恩时光厚爱，新岁维祺，愿与热爱共赴山海，继续探寻这世界的万千风景。
There are many beautiful things in the world, but there are not many that truly belong to oneself. In this complex world, I often ponder, what exactly is eternity? Is it the pavilion barrier of the Han Dynasty with a history of more than 2000 years, or the comet Atlas of Zijin Mountain seen for more than 60000 years, or the eternal star? And in the passage of time, what kind of attitude should I take to face this endless time after more than thirty years?
On the grassland, two big trees hold hands, with their heads resting on their heads, standing quietly. They seem like lovers, lost in the afterglow of the setting sun, speaking silent vows. The sunlight shone on their branches and leaves, creating a soft halo that was breathtakingly beautiful. I stood not far away, silently gazing at them, and an inexplicable emotion surged in my heart.
Qianlou, although not listed as one of the Eight Scenic Spots in the Clouds, its charm remains undiminished in my heart. Every time I approach it, it feels like opening a thick history book. That ancient brick and stone has witnessed many changes and vicissitudes of time. It has witnessed the war years of Jin Ge Tie Ma and the bustling fireworks of the prosperous world. It is not only a witness to history, but also a guardian of time.