The Wind Chimes Festival in Xingluo Town hides a gentle secret: the bells on the old locust trees can catch the sound of falling stars. Lin Xiaoman, whose nose was stained with sugar residue, was originally waiting for this magical sound, but while hanging wind chimes with Atang, he encountered more precious warmth - the sweet smell of Grandma Li's osmanthus cake, the crisp singing of the shell wind chimes, and the bluestone road illuminated by the lanterns in the evening, like crushed stars falling into the world. It turns out that the most moving sound is never the dream of falling stars, but the joy and thoughts in the fireworks of the world.
Concept: A pure and romantic world in the eyes of children, capturing the simple happiness of childhood.