I was born in Songzhutang, Songzhu Village, Hunan Province, on November 11 of the lunar calendar in 1985, when the cold was getting stronger.
Songzhu Village is like a simple and distant ink painting, and the scenery everywhere is profound, like a poem written by time. When I was a child, I was full of curiosity. I often grabbed the clothes of my elders and asked why the village was called "Songzhu".
It turns out that the village is surrounded by undulating mountains, which look like a green ocean from a distance. Pine trees and bamboos are all over the mountains and fields. They rely on each other and have gone through wind and rain, year after year. This tenacity and nobility have become the spiritual foundation of this land that is deeply rooted in the bones.
This unique village and ancient hall are the background of the beginning of my life picture. Those memory fragments are like treasures, shining in the long river of time, carrying my starting point, and also containing endless stories, which are unforgettable.
