Xiaoyin In the late autumn of 1992, I was living idle on a hillside in Sha Tin, Hong Kong.Pushing out the window, one half is a mountain wall made of green trees, and the other half is a misty bay, so day and night are only accompanied by birdsong and the sound of waves. If you want to find a friend who lives closest, you have to climb mountains and mountains. My birthplace is also surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is very similar to here, so in terms of my nature.Very tired of the hustle and bustle.However, the road of life also starts from the place of birth, and goes further and further away. From the moment of birth, one is oneself, and the life that begins from this point is to let oneself deal with all kinds of aliens.As a result of the dealings, you may lose yourself, or you may find yourself back on a higher level.In the hustle and bustle of the city, to achieve the latter may not be easy.For this reason, I often leave the city, travel long distances, use landscapes and scenery to talk silently with the spirit of history, find my life coordinates in the vast time and space, and grasp myself.

By God's help, I have come to this place that is very similar to my own birthplace, and I will live there for a long time.I believe this is an inexplicable force reminding me.I have some business to do, but in the early morning and dusk, when I can take a pen to paint and paint at will, everything around me drives me to look for the soul of the distant years.Some notes from my previous travels tempted me to continue the conversation I had begun.There is an ancient tranquility here, which is the best environment for dialogue, just like Hamlet facing his dead father in the city at midnight.The father didn't finish his sentence, so the ghosts hovered; once the son went through this conversation.Then I understood my mission.

Shanghai, June 8, 1995