Wang Xing Wu Ji - Zhang Bozhi

Author: Zhang Baizhi
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Publish Date: 2007-01-01
Features: "Of the ten mixed-race children, nine are Venus, and the remaining one is Mona Lisa" someone once praised the beauty of mixed-race children. However, only she—Zhang Baizhi—has taken this exquisite and unique beauty to its extreme under the combined influence of Chinese and British blood. I have grown accustomed to her radiant smiles, her captivating charm, and her graceful figures with fragrant hair at the temples. Her beauty transcends the description of "national beauty," and her allure surpasses the legend of "fish diving into the water and geese falling into the river." Sometimes, I spend the entire morning flipping through her thousands of beautiful photos, unable to help but marvel at how perfectly humans are created, or perhaps, she is truly an angel? She was born for the camera, her every gesture and expression exuding elegance. It is because of this that I have almost become numb to her beauty—until one day, two photos deeply moved me: I had spent the entire morning researching information about the tsunami, feeling overwhelmed by the $20 million from the U.S. and the 500 million yuan from China. In that instant, those two unremarkable photos caught my attention: In one photo, she kneels on the ground, not hesitating to show her designer jeans, wearing only a plain white T-shirt with orange promotional text; in the second photo, she sits in front of a disaster victim's hospital bed, her face twisted in pain, and she tenderly comforts the poor person—nothing more. If I must be more specific, I can only say that these two photos, apart from her naturally delicate and refined features that are pleasing to the eye, have no aesthetic appeal—she appears even more gaunt due to fatigue, her cheeks sinking inward; her black hair is simply tied in a ponytail, with a few disheveled strands; her complexion is neither pale nor rosy, only showing signs of exhaustion. Moreover, it seems she has lost her original keen sense of the camera, showing no reaction to the lens, merely arranging disaster relief supplies and comforting patients. Such photos, published in a corner of current affairs news, are unreasonable in lighting, problematic in color balance, and neither smooth nor sharp in curves and edges, let alone texture or depth. However, the girl in the photo embodies what humanity is, what true humanity is—feeling sorrow for others' pain, working tirelessly for their plight. Without gloss or makeup, yet I don't feel as though her photo lacks anything; instead, it gains something: Have you noticed the pair of extremely beautiful and full wings that have grown from her slender back? When the article reaches this point, I finally think of a word to describe her—angel! Yes, she is an angel! We thank the angel for descending to the mortal world! I have grown accustomed to her radiant smiles, her captivating charm, and her graceful figures with fragrant hair at the temples. Her beauty transcends the description of "national beauty," and her allure surpasses the legend of "fish diving into the water and geese falling into the river." This is Zhang Baizhi, born for the camera. This book introduces her childhood, her growth, her sudden rise to fame, and her ever-changing on-screen personas. Whether as a "goddess of love" or a "rebel youth," as someone who spends recklessly or as a family-oriented person, as a tragic heroine or a deeply devoted lover, Zhang Baizhi's artistic journey, real life, and emotions are all revealed in this book.