Under the Sunset

Perhaps we have lived in the city for too long, busy for a long time, but more and more longing for beautiful scenery outside the city. Recently, there is such a post 90s guy, wearing Hanfu, out of the busy city, traveling half of China for 6 years. He seems to have created his own Jianghu. Under the waterfall, he sang, domineering and unrestrained. On top of the immortal mountain, he was dressed in white, immortal bones, floating like the world independent. Between the mountains, he stood in a Chinese dress, a magnificent painting of the motherland, spread out in front of him. In the midst of the yellow sand, he leaned on his cane and was alone, just like seeing the back of the Tang monk when he took the scriptures. Under the sunset, he played the Qiang flute and took us to appreciate the magnificence of the Hexi Corridor. In these images, he seems to be a chivalrous man or a poetic literati.   His name is Konggu (空谷). He has long hair, wears hanfu, carries a Qin or hangs a bottle gourd. Before becoming a photographer, Konggu was a painter. Since he was a child, Konggu has…