With a little Kodak camera, I followed a tour group in Chengdu for more than a dozen hours to the village of Aden in Daocheng, a mountain road on the western Sichuan Plateau. In Aden in early October, the weather was not good and it rained every day. Snow mountain in the heart is white high, but in front of the eyes is gray wet. High, headache, cold, unaccustomed to food, nowhere to stay, muddy mountain roads. Aden is the purgatory of the body. But on the mountain road to the cashmere cattle farm, though Rain Water kept on, it was hard to hide the scenery. I think, Aden, Iundefinedll be here again.
Blinking, ten years past, the camera lens in hand changed one after another. The heart of the rice city of Aden, finally in a walk on the decision to complete the line. A person, backpack, plane came, now the film "passing through the world from you" is hot, the city has become a romantic place.
Ten years later, the rice city of Aden, in 2017, with the airport, with a beautiful asphalt road, the village of Aden better people also more, beautiful wooden trestle road in the Pearl Sea, velvet cattle farm, snow between the round circle, the foot is not good, There are also battery cars to take the place.
Rice City Aden beauty, in late October, after the rainy season, the mountain leaves red and yellow, blue water snow mountain reflected, light shadow hallucinatory, it is a heaven with fine eyes. In the morning, living in the village of Aden, on foot to the Chungu Temple, and then to the Pearl Sea, the snow mountain of Sannai stands tall in front of the eyes, so close, within reach of the hands.
The stream is clear and quiet.
Yellow leaves like fire.
Snow mountain green water yellow leaves, intoxicated and charming.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the afternoon, the afternoon will be high and clear, the sunset time, the red snow mountain, the sun and the moon will be the same.
Chasing the light after the shadow is always the target of the camera.
Ten years ago, the big bunk was wet, wet and crowded. Ten years later, the window is clear, in the face of snow mountain, a clear tea, a few pieces of freehand, life geometry.
Faith, like a mountain of gods.