April, the birthday of the twelve sons,
Wash in the middle of the law, wash all things.
White crocus,
From Chunshin at an altitude of 2073 meters,
Wake up with hope at Lake Sailim.
In the haze,
A beam of light pierces the pupil,
Stretched out the whole spring.
Duck knows spring water,
Comb feathers sing low.
Eagle Falcon,
Windward hunting.
The hooves deceive the water,
The song is high-pitched.
Mafang Lakeside,
Wander around.
That beam of light at the tip of the beak, at the bottom of the wing, on the neck, in front of the hoof,
Pecking, flapping, curling, kicking.
Across the distant mountains, the beam of light reflects the strange waves,
Shadows are unpredictable.
Along the edge of the lake, the beam of light crosses the gentle curve,
Haunting, natural flow.
Through the lens, the beam of light folds the mountains, lakes, forests and grasses,
Convert digital signals, record colorful...
Light and shadow, in the translucency and impermeability.
Inside and outside, hovering between the virtual and the real.
At a glance, fuse light and shadow,
At a glance, hooking up inside and out,
This eye allows you to spring a thousand miles,
To you mountains and rivers Bandai.
Text: Zhu Zhenlong
Photo: Wang Fei, Li Qiang, Zhu Zhenlong
Editing: Ayidos Selassie
Produced by Bozhou Rong Media Center
Supervisor: Lv Haihong Editor: Xie Xiaoyan Editor: Xiong Yanan Editor: Xiong Yanan Responsible Editor: Xiong Yanan