The scanty maple tree in the paint of brook bank, broke its branches quietly. Tt's the moment when the autumn rustling in the cold wind. Water wide, reflecting long mountains' shadows.

Put forward Wang Wei's poem to the mass. Introspecting while visiting Wang Shuan in a sunny day. Hesitating for miles and rest lonely on Jie Shi Mountain, enjoying the freezing wind coming from the west.
- Hong Lei

*image (left)
© Hong Lei
courtesy of the artist and Gallery 100