A mirror,

Two worlds.

One is an immortal flower from Langyuan,

One is flawless beauty.

Cao Xueqin wrote a few words a hundred years ago,

Write all the beautiful love of Bao and Dai,

And even if it's all in vain,

All the way I was,

Imaginary dreams are also amazing ancient and modern,

Let us be enchanted,

Prefer to deceive oneself,

Nor do they want to reveal the end.

And love the romance of the flowers in the mirror,

I took pictures of the scenery in the mirror,

The sky and the falling flowers,

Clouds and water,

Crack and perfection,

Opposite scenes are all in one scene,

Appeals to the imagination.

Born in 1985 in a small village in Switzerland,

Surrounded by mountains, it was peaceful.

Originally a media designer,

I never had the courage to take a step,

Instead, I continue to do my current job.

Be steady, and follow the rules,

It's safe, it's easy,

But it eats away at its own passion,

Only in photography can he feel alive.

By 2011,

At last he made up his mind to follow his heart,

And the idea for this series came from,

He's in a circular mirror

The first idea of photographing clouds.

Then he bought mirrors in various forms,

Different angles have different views,

Such a strange and harmonious combination,

It's like a wonderful interconnection in the environment,

Bring people aesthetic and mysterious visual enjoyment.

The two worlds become one,

Stay close to each other.

The floating clouds in the green grass,

The furthest distance becomes the most intimate encounter.

The mists in the mirror churn,

On the black rock,

Like a bright moon.

The branches in the air were on the ground,

Buried in a profusion of fallen flowers.

The branches in the mirror are thick and leafy,

Prosperous and full of life,

The petals and leaves on the ground are turned into mud,

Gradually wither away.

The cycle of natural life goes on and on,

Out of the earth and back into the earth,

Go to dust, go to dust.

The mirror is a gateway

The door of another time and space,

At the finite margin,

There's a lot of fun in it that draws us to it.

Magnani said: "In this series,

I wanted to show the beauty of reflected light,

Peering into the middle of these mirrors,

Suddenly felt that all the world was gentle,

Too good to blink,

As if the next second to fall into another world.

Knowing that the moon is not in the water,

What you can't pick is the flower in the mirror.

But still try to keep the beauty,

Just want to gaze in silence,

Lost in memories of the past and reluctant to wake up.

A mirror,

It reveals only a small part of the landscape,

The hidden part hides endless dialogue,

Sometimes good things last a long time

Let us feel a little sad,

Too beautiful for fear of losing,

Reminds people of past regrets that are irreparable.

As Zhang Zao's poem "In the Mirror" put it.

"A mirror waits for her forever,

And seated her in her accustomed place in the mirror,

Looking out of the window,

Just think of the things you regret in your life,

Plum flowers fall all over the South Hill."

Looking at his work,

It often leaves us in a trance,

In this busy and noisy world,

With a mirror,

For our weary souls

Found a place to live,

A fairy-tale heaven,

Let us believe that the world is still good.

A mirror image is not a fantasy,

It's not a cop-out,

And we ourselves lack a mirror,

See the beauty of your heart,

Reflected in the dream,