<h2>Silent Flame</h2><p>In the past three years, I can't even remember the number of times I came to this seat at Wenying Lake. Every time, I happily left and returned disappointed because I never encountered a beautiful sunset. However, this time, I finally managed to secure it.</p>

In the past three years, I can't even remember the number of times I came to this seat at Wenying Lake. Every time, I happily left and returned disappointed because I never encountered a beautiful sunset. However, this time, I finally managed to secure it.

<h2>Water God Bathing Fire</h2><p>Rain finally stopped at the silhouette of the distant mountain. Outside the car window, the gray blue cloud fluff was quietly pushed away by a ray of sky light, like someone pulling open half a brocade in the sky. This is my second encounter with the Water God Hall, a 150 kilometer drive and two and a half hours of anticipation, all hidden in the faint sound of wheels rolling over damp roads. ​</p>

Rain finally stopped at the silhouette of the distant mountain. Outside the car window, the gray blue cloud fluff was quietly pushed away by a ray of sky light, like someone pulling open half a brocade in the sky. This is my second encounter with the Water God Hall, a 150 kilometer drive and two and a half hours of anticipation, all hidden in the faint sound of wheels rolling over damp roads. ​

<h2>Baishi Star River</h2><p>The outline of the White Marble stone forest is gradually clear in the dusk, and the corners of the rock stratum are suffused with cold white light, like a group of silent giants guarding the secret of the night. The starry sky photography planned as early as last year was in this stone forest. I once set the time for tonight's galaxy to rise on my calendar, but ultimately lost to the warm blanket at the bedside and my habit of procrastination. ​</p>

The outline of the White Marble stone forest is gradually clear in the dusk, and the corners of the rock stratum are suffused with cold white light, like a group of silent giants guarding the secret of the night. The starry sky photography planned as early as last year was in this stone forest. I once set the time for tonight's galaxy to rise on my calendar, but ultimately lost to the warm blanket at the bedside and my habit of procrastination. ​

<h2>Star River Egret Rises</h2><p>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. ​</p>

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。