🏠 Garage Sale
A small archive of things I once owned, loved, and almost forgot. Some are poems, some are zines, some are just objects that refused to leave.
Feel free to browse.
🩰 Ballet Gallery
A collection of moments from my ballet journey, from childhood to present day.
👧 About
🧺 Garage Sale
Everything here used to belong to me — or maybe I belonged to it. Click on an item to open its story.
Poetry Collection
This collection contains over twenty original poems that reflect my daily life, reading experiences, and emotional world. Through these poems, I explore the small and large moments that shape my thoughts and feelings. Poetry is both a power and a voice for me, a way to be heard when silence might otherwise take over. If you connect with my words, you can understand a part of who I am.
Zines
I have created several digital zines that serve as a visual diary of my life and thoughts. They capture moments with my family, journeys I have taken, books I have read, and films I have watched. Each page combines images, text, and layout in a way that reflects how I see and feel the world. When words alone cannot fully convey experience or emotion, these zines become my medium of expression, allowing me to translate memory, reflection, and imagination into something tangible and personal. Through them, I hope others can catch a glimpse of my perspective and the way I experience life.
iPhone 5c
My first camera and my longest companion. It's scratched, slow, stubborn — but it saw everything before I knew how to frame it.
Shark Pillow
He's been with me since I was twelve. He's soft, slightly greyed, smells like childhood and detergent. He knows all my secrets and still sleeps through them.
Books & Poetry I Love
Books that shaped my syntax and made my silences feel less empty. Some are underlined, some are stained by tears or coffee.
Excerpt Notebook
My notebook of borrowed sentences — words I wish I'd written first. Ink, glue, and uneven pages; all in my handwriting that changes with the weather.
Opera Sleeves & Fan
I have been studying Peking Opera since I was five, progressing from Huadan to Qingyi roles. I fell in love not only with the beautiful, intricate costumes but also with the singing and melodies. Every movement, every note, carries a distinct meaning, and performing them allows me to experience a language of gesture and sound that is both expressive and deeply personal.
View Peking Opera Gallery →Ballet Shoes, Ribbon, Skirt
I have been dedicated to ballet for fifteen years. Even after experiencing fractures in different parts of my body, I have continued to pursue this passion. These shoes, ribbons, and skirts carry the marks of practice, perseverance, and love for the art. Ballet is not just a hobby; it is a part of me, and I intend to keep dancing for years to come.
View Ballet Gallery →Flowers I Planted
I grew them slowly, one pot at a time. They watched me as I wrote, as I procrastinated, as I stared out windows I couldn't leave. Every bloom feels like a small victory, every wilt a gentle reminder.
Photography & Albums
My collection of photo books and albums. I like flipping through them slowly, touching the pages, tracing the captured light. Each image teaches me to see again.
Coffee Cup
This cup has been with me for years. It carries the warmth of countless coffees, late-night studying, and quiet mornings. More than a cup, it holds a dream — the university I longed for, the future I imagined. Every sip reminds me of where I came from and the path I'm still chasing.
Class Publication (Elementary → Middle School)
From elementary through middle school, I ran the class publication. Every issue was a small universe: I collected classmates' stories, poems, drawings, and essays, edited them, and made sure they were ready to be printed and shared. Being the editor wasn't just about organizing papers — it was about listening to voices, preserving small sparks of creativity, and giving them a place to be seen.
🎭 Peking Opera Gallery
Selected moments from my Peking Opera practice and performances.
💌 Customers
People who showed up, stayed for a while, and left something behind. Not clients — just witnesses. Here, I share moments of teaching, community, and correspondence that have shaped me.