時間：1987年8月
地點：帕米爾高原上的塔什庫爾干
故事：高原上的一點紅
　　一上路就後悔了，從喀什到帕米爾，海拔很高，根本沒有路，要翻越一座海拔7300米的「冰山之父」—穆士塔格峰和另一座7500米的公格爾九別峰，才能到達縣城塔什庫爾干。
　　這裏是塔吉克人的首都，到達縣城是晚上，四周一片漆黑，住進了一家小旅店，盼望天亮。天終於亮了，抬頭一看，遠處竟然是一片古城堡的遺址，便一口氣跑了過去——從古城堡向下望去，做夢也沒想到，如此高遠的雪山高原，竟然出現了一望無垠的翠綠草地。
　　更加奇妙的事情出現了，在綠草地上，一個又一個小紅點在跳躍，她們就是塔吉克人，從頭到腳穿著紗的婦女或小女孩，在綠草地上閃爍！放眼望去，這裏的藍天比碧水還藍，遠處白色的雪山綿延不斷。綠、紅、藍、白，如此純粹的色彩美妙地組合在一起，令人有一種說不出的感動，頓時熱淚盈眶！那一刻，覺得路上經歷了多大的艱難都值了！
　　我身後的古城堡，就是著名的古石頭城，距今已有2000年歷史，曾是絲綢之路中道、南道的交匯點，馬可•波羅等古代旅行家都曾在此留下過足跡。在城堡文化史上它位居中國三大石頭城之一，也是世界四大石頭城中唯一保存完好的古石頭城。
　　一口氣在山上畫了10多天，每天從早畫到晚，畫了一個系列的油畫速寫就下山了。由於語言不通，沒有與當地的人近距離接觸或交流，畫的也是一些自認為好看的東西，只是簡單地記錄了色彩且特別表面，沒有記錄被感動的東西。
　　此一別，就是兩年。

Date　　: 　August, 1987
Location: 　Tashikuergan in the Pamir Mountains
Story   : 　A Spot of Red upon the Green
　　I regretted embarking upon such a journey soon after I set out.  From Kashi to the Pamirs, the elevation was high and there were no roads.  I had to cross the so-called “Father of Glaciers”, at an elevation of 7,300 metres––the Mushitage and Gonggeerjiubie Peaks, at an elevation of 7,500 metres, before reaching Tashikuergan City.
　　This was the capital of Tajike.  By the time I arrived at the town, it was already late at night, and the surrounding was completely dark.  I stayed in a small hostel, and looked forward to the next morning.  At dawn, I opened my eyes and saw from afar remnants of an old castle.  I took a deep breath and ran towards it.  Looking down from the old castle, not even in my dreams was there such a vast prairie on the highlands of a glacier.  
　　An even more spectacular scene came into view.  I could see some tiny red spots, jumping and leaping; twinkling and glistening on the vast green plane.  They were the clansmen of Tajike.  All the women and girls wore gauze, from head to toe.  Stretched before my eyes was an azure sky; a magnificent colour combination of green, red, blue and white, decorating the never ending snow-capped mountains.  I was so profoundly touched that my eyes were brimming with tears.  At that moment, all the hardship of my journey seemed worthwhile!
　　Behind me was an old castle, which marked the famous old stone town with a legacy of two thousand years.  It was once on the route of the Silk Road, at a junction of the middle and southern routes.  Travellers of ancient times such as Marco Polo had left their tracks there.  Architecturally, it was ranked as one of China’s three major stone cities, and also the most well-preserved of the four ancient stone cities worldwide.
　　I painted in the mountains from dawn to dusk for over ten days without taking a break. After completing a series of sketches on oil paintings, I made my way down the mountain.  Due to the language barrier, I had not made close contact or had any interchange with the local people.  There, I captured the sheer physical beauty of the people and place, a simple record of colours, inclined to be superficial rather than being something that I am emotionally attached to. 
　　It's been two years after i said goodbye to this expidition.