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Namtso

  The holy lake of the Tibet, the mirror of the soul.
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My Nepali Prince

He never failed to refresh me

in any situation

TAICHI, INFINITY

My Taichi Grandma    

Light House

A glimmer of hope cheering us up
Go There

Jokhang Temple and Barkhor Street

filled with pilgrims coming from afar or within Lhasa


小牛说|Words of the Day

My personal photography website probably would never have been initiated was it not for the encouragement and enlightenment provided by my Buddhist Master Tianzhen.

He looks at the world with the eye of Buddha which personifies the encyclopedia of the wisdom, and he knows the answer to any questions you might ask. The following are some examples of Q&A on and far beyond photography.

I: “What is the key point to the composition of a photograph?”

Master Tianzhen: “If the road ahead was blocked, turn around to see the mountains.”

I then found that there could always be a turning back before every step I take ahead. Moving back and forth without the slightest hesitation; Standing here and there without attaching too much weight on any findings before my eyes, I could expect to figure out what’s the most important and the least automatically and to get the photos finally composed.

I: “How can I capture the decisive moment?”
Master Tianzhen: “Look, your hat blew off while the door blew open, but there was in fact, no wind blowing through at the time.”
I: “Did that mean everything was empty thus nothing could ever be captured?”
Unexpectedly, Master Tianzhen tapped me on the shoulder and said: ” Nice to meet you up at such a decisive moment.”

All of a sudden, Words fail me and the air is filled with the song of the birds. Never has nature seemed so harmonious nor the people more picturesque, and it is time for me to take a picture of spring no matter how scalding July has been.

I: “Is black and white more expressive than color with regard to the photography of the documentary? ”

Master Tianzhen: “Every existence is inherently whiter than white, why do you not show them your true color?”

His enlightened approach to teaching awakens the realization that I should not let my judgment be colored by any personal feelings if I aim to document life that same life which is not as complex as the mental images I have previously composed and that can neither be seen in black and white.

If happening to be a photographer is my great fortune, being a student of Master Tianzhen is bound to be the brightest part of my life. By practicing Buddhism with him, I understand that photographs are not merely the experience captured but be the window into the world both known and unknown. Also, the camera is also not to be used as the arm of the consciousness in its acquisitive mood, but as an eye contact with the universe. When it’s blowing, my own image reflected on the river goes away with a series of ripples, but I am standing still in the heart of the universe from beginning to the end.


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Thank you, Jerusalem!

‘I probably would not recommend Jerusalem to a Chinese girl,’ said a local man of Jerusalem. ‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘Because it’s too complicate! What do you say?’ he laughed. As my answer would just be too simple to make sense to him, I didn’t breathe a word back. The man left me to the twilight of my third Shabbat and I end up letting my mind wander: the setting sun does not always lend an air of melancholy to life. It”ll never do, if you are Mr./Ms. sunshine. Thank you, Jerusalem! Danny: Complicated as any other human abode and as simple, not less...

MaMa-2

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. This may sound a conditional affection, but It rings true to the relationship between my Mom and I. Both of us have a strong self-awareness yet possess quite different personalities. Mom never stops trying to provide an example to follow while I always attempt to affect the way mom behaves or thinks. We are both influential figures in our respective social networks. However, we seldom lead a life that is different due to each other’s particular preferences, requirements, or even complaints. But it does not mean I have been completely immune to Mom’s emotional issues and her passions – these can run high if I react against her even if I am not deliberately doing the opposite of what she wants me to do. For example, Mom thinks I take all of my friends for granted. This is because I rarely, if ever, contact them and even do not respond to the messages and letters I receive on special festivals. She also says that I am too outspoken in front my bosom buddies and that I leave without acknowledging their help. From my Mom’s point of view, my attitude to ordinary and close friends respectively is one of unconcern and offense .”People are not always what they seem to be and why do I need to be obligated to specifically react to their ever-changing minds and feelings?” I once replied to mom’s criticism. “Do not judge others: analyze what has gone wrong with yourself” Mom schools me again. “Dear mom, unfortunately, there is nothing wrong with my life, but one of the best...

“Wish you an auspicious start to the new school year in HKU”.

“Wish you an auspicious start to the new school year in HKU”. This is a message I received a few days ago from a friend who just flown to America to attend a business college there. Surely, it is a blessing but I feel reluctant to send some seemingly positive feedback to her, for example, wish her a promising school time as well. “Why don’t you try being a little more encouraging?” You might ask. Someone even say “You are not supposed to be jealous, are you?”. Well, I would only say that I won’t blurt out any encouragements or supports to a thing which my friends or family members are aiming at without being convinced of the positive influence it will have on their life. In a addition, people are apt to be ambitious for a worthier future, however, when they fail to meet their expectations they would be overwhelmed by feelings of disappointment, anger, or distress. it may even result in some mental disorders if they experience a harsh reality of life which is in contrast to what they imagined. So I would endeavor to provide a timely help when they need to overcome the obstacles that be placed on their path rather than playing a role as a catalyst to boost their ego at the very beginning. In fact, I once asked my friend about why she decided to study overseas when she just began to submit the application documents to the schools. She gave no reason for her decision, instead, she complained bitterly that preparing for TOEFL is so laborious and she worried herself sick about the...

The end is another start

The rail seems to extend as far as we could imagine otherwise over a period of our lifetime. Some people say it symbolizes the development of the society by reducing geographical isolations while others complain that it just seemingly brings us closer and in fact tears us apart. The stories taking place on the trains are from and beyond our imagine. Passengers get on and off continuously without break, starting or ending their lives along the way. Backing home with accomplishments or heading to a new place with hopes, I could just wish our lives blossom and flourish with the whistles of the trains. While I am on the train, I always seem to become a girl of deep reflection. With thousands of paradoxical coming and going in my mind, I have finally figured out nothing and found I myself was a paradox. Gradually, I realized that there is no answer for the paradox and ambiguity of the society and we do not need any coordinated approaches to the problems. We could naturally conduct our life agreeably in any situations by keep going like a tireless train. After all, it is us who are powering it up. The end is another start. This is the most wonderful part of a trip on the train that I could expect so far, either traveling with a lover or strangers is not really...

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My mom seldom, if ever, pushes me, but frequently devotes herself to different careers. She once told me that she was not ambitious for me, but I should be able to afford the social security. Admittedly, I was not on the same page with my mom when referring to social security as an indispensable part of our lives. She may never, to my knowledge, considered what it exactly was as well. I eventually managed to steer our conversation away from if I could survive on no money by saying that ” Mom, you are my life insurance. ” Afterwards, I found that I spoke it up not from my mind but heart. I did feel safe staying with my mom, for she never slapped me as my father once did when I failed the texts, and she was never over scrupulous about my life as my stepfather has been, making me feel no obligation to be outstanding. She is absolutely assertive to set rules at home and work, actively to be a leader and still feels comfortable when there are no followers. Like mother, like daughter, I was born to be a leader, and need to lead myself to become a follower of my mom when the situation calls for it. Basically, how others see me is the least of my worries, but I would not disregard my mom’s anxieties for the same issues, which are not annoying but endearing, troublesome to deal with but highly productive for both of us to experience together. Consequently, we may better understand each other and feel more qualified to be daughter and...

“For you, a thousand times over” Survive Nepal Earthquake-3

Emerging from a long, deep sleep, relief surged through me and the day of the Nepal earthquake began to pass before my eyes automatically. It was a cooler-than-usual noon for April in Kathmandu with heavy clouds in sky and a gusty breeze bringing a nip to the air. I was about to check out of the hotel in Thamel, standing on the second floor of a five-story apartment, I suddenly heard a throaty rumble and felt a ripple beneath me. With a certain reluctance to conjure up any disasters, It did took me a couple of seconds longer to understand why people were yelling out “earthquake”. Before having time to think about moving or not, I had been dragged down onto the bottom floor by a Nepali boy with a rude yet generous manner, he then urged me desperately cover my head with hands while leaning against a swaying pillar to control the trembling in his body. Until now, I could still feel the concrete slab floor rising up and down and had an acute sense of waiting for the ceiling falling in chunks on our heads. For a moment everyone seemed to have been deprived of the power of speech, forming the opening syllables first of one word, then of the other, over and over again as if we did not know which word we were going to say. As the voices of the praying for heaven’s mercy rose, I was just aware that I joined a huddle of men, surging forward to an open space of a plaza in Thamel. To be honest, I was not obviously...