In 2025, light and shadow are the notes, and time is the ink

The wind of 2025, carrying the morning frost and starlight, passes through the mountains, rivers, lakes, and towers of Datong, landing in my camera viewfinder and on the films that freeze time. This year, I used the lens as a pen and light and shadow as ink, carefully tracing the gifts of nature and the echoes of history on the long scroll of time. Every time I pressed the shutter button, it was a gentle conversation with the world.
