To me, the great Qinling in China is more than a mountain range, it’s the embodiment of a father. In fact, Daqinling is referred to as ‘father mountain’. When I was a child I looked at the boundless mountains and asked the elders to explain where they began and ended, but there was never an answer. My father died when I was five, but I remember him taking me to Qinling on his bicycle to visit relatives and friends. Images of this constantly flash in my heart. After he died 30 years later , I became a father too, and at the same age of him,I began to photograph the Qinling, eventually spending