1966年的那场红色风暴中断了我的学业。涤荡一切的政治浪潮摧毁了所有的秩序。13岁的我漂逐在波涛的边沿……后来,照相机成为了我的幸运。这是那个年代所能做的最有意义的事情了。相机于我无疑是一部认知世界、认知生活、继而认知河流的大书。我的故乡就在这条大河的下游,还是上世纪的30年代,汹涌狂肆的黄水在这片古老的土地上恣徉泛滥,给这里留下了深深的印记—黄泛区。半个世 The red storm of 1966 interrupted my studies. The washing up of all political waves destroyed all the order. I was 13 years old and drifted to the edge of the waves ... Later, the camera became my lucky. This is the most significant thing that can be done in that era. The camera is undoubtedly a big book of cognitive world, cognitive life and then cognition of the river. My hometown is in the lower reaches of this great river, or the thirties of last century. The surging wild yellow water flooded the ancient land and left a deep imprint here. Half a world