Between teacher and doctor, a choice given by father, I’d chosen to be a teacher, because many hospitals in China and many Chinese doctors were corrupt. Between taking an iron rice bowl in a small town and seeing the rest of the world, I’d chosen to see the rest of the world, if only because the iron bowl was not iron. Between a wage slave and a photographer, I’d chosen to be a photographer, because the spirit of capturing a moment was a perpetual pursuer of freedom; and because I dreamed of photographing and I photographed my dreams.