Spring festival at home.
I went out every day, and took a photograph of Grandma there. This is the one I like most, although, unfortunately, it’s blurred.
Grandma doesn’t smile easily, in line with the restraint of the older generation in the old families. She didn’t want me to take photos of her, but I kept insisting. As I lifted my camera over and over again and asked her to smile, she’d smile as if she couldn’t help it – she seemed to smile in a quizzical way, amused by my stubbornness.
I like her smile on this portrait best. It’s a slight smile of someone who has read the state of human affairs very closely.
We moved here twenty-four years ago. The wall behind her seems to want to match her age. For two years, hearsay has been that there will be demolitions here. I certainly hate the idea of having to part.
Hu Cheng (胡成), photographer and freelance writer.