Wang Wei spent his life practicing losing: Chang'an, old friends, reputation, and even "self".
In Wangchuan, he became a listener of landscapes. The afterglow of the prosperous times, the reverberations of the troubled times, the unsent red beans and the unshed blood and tears are tempered into the absolute silence in poetry, painting and the sound of the piano.
This is not a retreat, but a precise spiritual distillation - precipitating the majestic era and deep emotions into a few transparent aesthetic crystals.
This book draws a map of the spiritual landscape: how a person places a broken world into the infinite blank space of a landscape.
All affectionate things end up in the vast and gentle silence - like snow falling on empty mountains, leaving no trace, but changing the weight of the entire earth.
