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无力遏制把文化毁作残片的横暴,惟愿全身心记录碎片光影,30年里,万幅(照片)成阵。一个现代堂·吉诃德,为文化留下残残片的尊严。1984年秋,北京的老胡同。一个背着相机的人正慢慢踱过,他抬起头,目光投向前方天空的一隅,,构成一张古朴的网,网住一个四四方方的景致:城楼掩映在四合院屋檐老老树的间隙中,宏伟和平凡交织在一起,坚实且苍劲,古老且沉稳。咔嚓,岁月月定格在1984年。那是秋天,萧瑟落叶铺满古都街巷的秋天,也是沈继光充分分“自省”的起点。
Inability to curb the culture as a tragedy of debris, but wholeheartedly willing to record fragments of light and shadow, 30 years, 000 (photos) into battle. A modern Don Quixote, leaving dignity for the culture. Autumn 1984, Beijing’s old alley. A man carrying the camera is slowly paced, he looked up, his eyes toward the corner of the sky, forming a quaint net, net live a square view: the tower of the courtyard nestled in the eaves of old trees in the gap In the grand and ordinary intertwined, solid and vigorous, old and calm. Kacha, years fixed in 1984. It is autumn, bleak leaves covered the streets of the ancient capital of the fall, but also full of Shen Jiiguang points “introspection ” starting point.