Late at night, you are so beautiful.
Fall, winter, spring, summer.
Pointing.
A new world.
A day of civilians.
Spring will come.
One city with lot of memories.
Beauty and warrior.
A village.
Dynamic.
Xinjiang.
Succulent plants.
Hold you in my arms.
Sunrise.
In my hometown, there are fewer and fewer traditional ancient towns and many of them have been renovated into tourist spots. I don't understand the behavior of repairing antiques into fake ones.
I've been working there since I graduated from college.
In Europe with my wife, in a famous place where a Soviet-style building that looks like a UFO.
I have recently arranged my photos, since 2009, I will post some of them, memories of my youth.
Hi, everyone.
茶码: 结庐在人境,而无车马喧