The first came I came to Beijing when I was a kid, I was deeply moved when seeing the vicissitudes of the old alley, looking at the pigeon wheel and hover in the clear blue sky with melodious whistle. And the memory was so clear in my mind, just like yesterday.

Now, it is hard to see scenes of childhood, no feelings of old Beijing in brand new hutongs, with additional health problems and Incomplete rubble.

When cross the hutongs, and record with my camera, there is indescribable sadness in my heart. So,I make several portraits of old Beijing, to keep memory of my beautiful childhood, forever.

Note: this painting use knife carving on wet oil material.