Xiaohuan Xue - Photos & Memories

Welcome, kindred spirits and curious souls!

Beyond the structured beauty of math and stats that I deeply resonate with, there's another world I cherish. It's a world where I meander through parks, where each step brings a sense of wonder. The rustling of leaves, the cool shadow under a tall oak, or the fleeting moment of a sunset - these seemingly simple things breathe life into my days and remind me of the grandeur in the minute details of existence.

As an INFJ, introspection is second nature to me. The realm of emotions, connections, and the spiritual dance of existence is where my soul finds its rhythm. Perhaps that's why Monet's paintings strike a chord so deep within me; every brushstroke feels like a symphony of flowing emotions.

Poetry too has been a solace, a medium where I not only lose myself in the words of others but also pen down my own musings. Here, I invite you to explore this corner of my universe. Through my photos and poems, I hope you catch a glimpse of the world as I see it, feel it, and cherish it.

Welcome to this journey of discovery and connection.

Petty Building, where I spent most of my time at UNCG.

Minerva Statue, captured after my talk at AISC 2022.

UNCG campus

My favorite slice of sky, glimpsed on my walk to the parking deck.

Train Whistle

In the late night's hush, I heard the train's refrain,

Emerging from the dark, crossing fields, its distant strain,

Did you too hear that whistle's mournful plea,

As it journeyed through the night, echoing, wild and free?

Its sound, a lonesome traveler, through the black it weaved,

Across the silent meadows, its secrets were conceived,

Oh, how it called to me, a haunting melody,

Did you hear the train whistle, my soul set it free?

10/06/23 On my way to campus.

Poem was drafted en route to Wilmington for the AIMS Conference 2023.

Wilmington

Embarking upon I-40 on a drizzly day,

Guided west, where the Atlantic's seashores lay.

Beyond Raleigh, along the path so evergreen,

Through forests deep, where roads carve a serene scene.

Weariness embraced, as the journey further spans,

Wilmington welcomed me with its rain-soaked lands.

Seagulls adorned the sky, like flutters of delicate snow,

On the beach, I rested, letting the maritime breezes blow.

Listening to tides whispering the Atlantic's tale,

Absorbing its breath until my own became a salty gale.

On the left: En route to Atlanta for the 2023 Spring AMS Sectional Meeting. On the top right: The follwoing morning in Atlanta.

"Frisch weht der

Wind Der Heimat zu,

Mein Irisch Kind

Wo weilest du?"

-Tristan und Isolde

My days at Wake, the top left photo captures a memory right after class, with the marching band practicing in the backdrop on the lawn.

The right-hand image brings back a day in Spring 2019, where I paced amidst a blanket of petals.

Drifting Ice

From the Arctic's chill embrace,

I glide through waters with silent grace.

To the rhythm of waves, I am consigned,

In the vast ocean's embrace, I am confined,

A lone voyager through mists that sift,

Ever adrift.

Past continents, under the cloak of night,

A tapestry of homes, aglow with light,

Each a beacon of life's fervent plea,

Yet among these fires, none call to me.

An anchorless existence, the fate I've been spun,

I long for the harbor, yet belong to none.

Destined to roam, to dance with the tide,

Until I dissolve where cold currents glide,

My essence one with the wave's rhythmic feat,

In the water's song, our hearts beat.

Captured the image, drafted the poem, at Dockweiler Beach, Los Angeles, in the August of 2019.

Pacific

Beneath the veil of night, where whispers softly glide,

Where Pacific waves kiss the shore, a timeless tide,

Time rewinds, the world submerges, in darkness we confide,

I return to the starting point, where memories abide.

Here, where ocean meets the land, where past and present blend,

I bid farewell to summer, to moments that won't end,

For in the depths of darkness, where secrets softly glide,

I find the timeless solace of the Pacific's eternal tide.

Summer Odyssey

In the silent eve of my departure's tale,

The apartment, now bare, echoed my farewell.

On the hard, wooden floor, I lay alone,

Hearing Earth's heartbeat through its primal stone.

Shadows danced on walls, in the moon's pale art,

While the night's breath stirred the leaves to impart.

Come morning, a shroud of fog wrapped the scene,

A world painted in forgetfulness, serene.

Each step in the mist, a muffled goodbye,

Through the white, my spirit's silent cry.

An end to the ache, in the haze, I found,

Every footfall kissed the ground, a soft sound.

The plane ascended, over the ocean's hue,

A melding of the skies and waters, endless blue.

Gliding past nature's rugged poetry in flight,

Through canyons, over peaks that pierce the light.

Eastward, the dead land blossomed into green,

A resurrection, a return to life unseen.

Touching down in Greensboro, summer's breath embraced,

With sunlit warmth and storms, the South is laced.

I ran through the rain, exultation in each stride,

Joy and raindrops blending, I could not hide.

Rebirth in the downpour, this heart revives,

Back home, in radiant storms, my soul thrives.

Photo on the right: Beijing's sunset,

where for years I did stay,

Yet among its towers, I felt astray.

Never felt home,

Lost amid skyscrapers,

I'd constantly roam.

A sunset and a kindergarten under construction in my hometown.

Galactic Heartbeats

Like planets in a vast cosmic expanse,

Our orbits altered by love's fleeting dance.

Though solitude might be our final song,

Luminous echoes show where hearts belong.

The warmth we emit, the light we cast,

Are memories of loves that once had passed.

Though alone we might seem in endless space,

Their radiant presence leaves its gentle trace.

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