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2009年漫天飘雪的严冬时节,我孤身负摄影行囊于黄河故道丝绸之路塞外荒野。历经人世间苍桑变幻的麦积大佛、千百年幽暗洞窟中恒久神秘微笑的云冈巨神、被盗遭毁而断首残肢的龙门群像,在天苍野茫中霎那间一一呈现在我的眼前……我仿佛进入了与数千年前古人对话的时光隧道,那份震憾、神奇、沉重、悲沧的情怀,那种苍凉悠远、如真似幻、伤怀反
In the snowy winter of 2009, I was alone in the wilderness of the Silk Road, the old course of the Yellow River. After the world of Cang Sang changing Maitreya Buddha, thousands of years dark cave in the mysterious long-awe-inspiring Yungang Ju Shen, stolen and destroyed the first residual limb gantry group image, in the vastness of the moment in which one eleven present In my eyes ... I seem to have entered the time tunnel with thousands of years ago the ancients conversation, that share of shock, magical, heavy, sad feelings, that kind of desolate, such as true illusion, wounded