"Reckless and Boundless: Zhang Bozhi"

Author: Zhang Bochi, Long Qiong
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Publish Date: 2007-01-01
Features: "Among ten mixed-race children, nine are Venus, and the remaining one is Mona Lisa" was once used to praise the beauty of mixed-race individuals. However, only she—Zhang Bochi—has taken this exquisite, naturally endowed beauty to its peak under the fusion of Chinese and British bloodlines. I have grown accustomed to her radiant smiles, her captivating charm, and her graceful figures with fragrant hair at her temples. National beauty is insufficient to describe her, and the "fish diving into the water" and "swan taking flight" are inadequate to portray her. Sometimes, I spend an 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 precisely 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 awestruck by $20 million from the U.S. and 500 million yuan from China amidst the half-meter-high newspapers. In that instant, two seemingly ordinary photos caught my attention: The first photo shows her kneeling on the ground, not hesitating to wear her designer jeans, with only a plain white T-shirt adorned with orange promotional text as her upper garment; the second photo captures her sitting in front of a disaster victim's hospital bed, the victim's face twisted in pain, and she tenderly comforts this 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 facial features that are pleasing to the eye, offer 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 scattered around; 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 it, merely arranging disaster relief supplies and consoling 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 these photos embodies what humanity truly is—genuine humanity, feeling sorrow for others' pain, and 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 exceptionally beautiful and full wings that have grown from her slender back? By the time I reached this point in the article, I finally thought 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 her temples. National beauty is insufficient to describe her, and the "fish diving into the water" and "swan taking flight" are inadequate to portray her. This is Zhang Bochi, born for the camera. This book introduces her childhood, her growth, her sudden rise to fame, and her ever-changing on-screen personas. From a "goddess of romance" to a "rebel youth," from a "spendthrift" to a "family-oriented" woman, from a "tragic heroine" to a "devoted lover"—Zhang Bochi's artistic journey, real life, and emotions are all revealed in this book.