<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>《放下》原创</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">——题记：于高尔寺的钟声里窥见虔诚</i></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;">该把往事折进红墙的裂隙了</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">合十的掌纹陷落所有温度</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">佛珠在指尖轮回成月光</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">任金线在氆氇上刺绣半生</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">钟舌推开暮色时</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">暗调的光影爬上缎面藏袍</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">白窗格分割的云朵</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">正将余温让渡给风</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b style="font-size:15px;"><i><u>"Let Go" Original Composition</u></i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">——Prefatory Note: Unveiling Devotion Amidst the Chimes of Gaol Temple</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Author: Alain</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">It's time to fold the memories into the crevices within the red walls.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The clasped hand pattern absorbs all the surrounding warmth.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The Buddhist beads seem to cycle through the fingertips, transforming into moonlight.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Ren Jinxian has spent half her life embroidering intricate designs on the pile fabric.</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">As the bell's tongue pushes aside the gathering dusk</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The subtle interplay of light and shadow creeps up the surface of the brocade cloak.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Clouds divided by white lattice windows</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">It's surrendering its residual warmth to the wind.</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">皮帽的茸毛轻颤</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">酥油灯便晃动了整个黄昏</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">那些未说尽的偈语</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">悬在吊钟梵字笔画末端</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">当梵唱漫过院墙</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">刺绣的红花便低垂三分</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">唯有长睫托起的暗影</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">仍在经领边缘诵念</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">菩提籽等待闭合的刹那</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">暗花从袖口溢出清香</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">而褪色的爱憎</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">终成唐卡金粉的余韵</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The soft hairs on the fur hat quiver slightly.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The butter lamp swayed throughout the evening.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The enigmatic verses that remain unsaid</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Hanging at the end of the strokes of the Buddhist script in the hanging bell</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">As the chanting music permeates beyond the walls of the courtyard</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The embroidered red flowers droop slightly.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Only the shadowy effect created by the long eyelashes.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">Still reciting near the boundary of meditation.</i></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The moment when the Bodhi Seed is about to seal itself.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">A subtle fragrance wafts from the sleeve, adding a pleasant aroma.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The faded emotions of love and resentment.</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:15px;">The lingering charm of the golden powder used in the creation of the Tang-style painting</i></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i><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><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>