I found this little girl in a small peasant village in the outskirts of Beijing. For me, she represents the eternal Chinese child. Her deep black straight hair, black eyes, porcelain cheeks as well as her red vest buttoned the Chinese way, seem to come straight from the old Chinese tales. She looked at me, a foreigner from afar, with this disarming smile. I took several photos of her and of other kids in the village but this was the best one. All this happened decades ago. This little girl is now a full grown up woman. I know in my heart that she is still as friendly and confident.