<p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i><u>阿兰 周川艺术人像精品摄影</u></i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">策划/导演/妆造/文字/出镜：阿兰</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">拍摄/后期：周川</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">视频制作：阿兰</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">阿兰美篇号：40608594</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>Alain Zhou Chuan Art Portrait Fine Photography</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Planning / Director / Makeup / Text / Appearance : Alan</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Post-production: Zhou Chuan</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Video production: Alan</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>《冷冷的夜冷冷的你》原创——秋夜琴思</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">作者：阿兰</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">银杏在枝头褪去温度</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">金色落叶铺成绒毯</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">你垂首的弧度与琴颈共振</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">V领深紫浸透暮光</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">大提琴弓拉扯着风</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">弦上颤音是未寄出的信笺</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">每个音符都坠向大地</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">在落叶间隙凝霜</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">光影斜切过锁骨</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">卷发藏起所有未命名的秋</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">泥土吞下低音 而</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">延音踏板踩着心跳</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">当弓毛咬住最沉的弦</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">林间所有银杏叶同时静止</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">树影延伸成五线谱</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">谱号是你微向左肩的颈</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">整座秋天在胸腔鸣响</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">金色是暖色调的疼痛</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">琴箱里积存着陈年月光</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">一开口便落霜</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>"A Cold Night and a Cold You" - Original Poem - Thoughts on a Mellow Autumn Night</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Author: Alan</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The warmth on the branches of the ginkgo tree begins to fade.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Golden leaves lay like a plush carpet on the ground.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The curve of your bowed head resonates with the shape of the piano neck.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">A V-neck design in deep purple, perfectly capturing the essence of twilight.</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The cello bow is tugging at the wind.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The tremolo on the string represents a letter that has not yet been sent.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Each note falls towards the ground.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Frost forms between the gaps of falling leaves.</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Light and shadow slant across the collarbone.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Curly hair conceals all the unnamed autumns.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The low tones are swallowed by the earth.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The sustain pedal is pressed, synchronized with the heartbeat.</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">When the bow hair grips the heaviest string,</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">All the ginkgo leaves in the forest come to a complete stop at the same time.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The shadow of the tree stretches out to form a five-line musical staff.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The staff line is located just slightly to the left of your shoulder.</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The entire autumn resonates within the chest.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Golden is a warm-toned sensation of pain.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">A layer of aged, ethereal light has accumulated within the piano case.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The moment one opens their mouth, frost falls.</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:18px;"><u>摄影师：周川</u></i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">以摄影记录美好生活，从大自然、人文中感悟心灵的撞击，丰富了个人生活，又愉悦了身边的亲人朋友，这是我不懈的追求。从大学课堂的教授，到摄影爱好者，完美蜕变。</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>Photographer: Zhou Chuan</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">To record the good life with photography, to feel the impact of the heart from nature and humanity, to enrich personal life, and to make the relatives and friends around happy, this is my unremitting pursuit. From the professor in the university classroom to the photography enthusiast, the perfect metamorphosis.</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:18px;"><u>策划／导演／模特/主编/文字：阿兰</u></i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">《逐光者》</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">荒漠淬心光，逐影恣意狂，灵姿自张扬，真我立苍阳，山水契良善，魂间驻世芳，逍遥尘外客，抱朴纳洪荒。</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>Planner/Director/Model/Editor-in-Chief/Writer: Alan</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">"The Seeker of Light"</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The desert quenches the heart with light, chasing shadows wildly.The spirit is self-assertive, thetrue self stands in the blue sky.The mountains and rivers are good, and the soul stays in the world fragrant.A wanderer outside the world, embracing simplicity in the chaos of time.</i></p>