XIAOMEI CHEN | Puzhu In Transition

Wind whistles through the leafy forest. In the distance, the sound of cutting bamboos mixes with the murmur of people chatting, birds chirping, cocks crowing, and oxen snorting. Dogs bark sporadically. Sometimes bamboo logs rumble down the hillsides, their clatter muffled by the filter of the forest.A tiny village sits at the edge of this green world, surrounded by the sights and sounds of Chinese villages stretching back for generations. This tranquility is what the cities lack, what city inhabitants can recall only in dreams. It is what people love about Puzhu, but must leave behind.