In the late winter of 2006, the winter solstice was approaching and the snow was falling. Qing Youxu ran away from home during a dispute with her mother. The hot rice balls from the convenience store smoothed out the grievances and stubbornness of her youth and allowed her to understand the clumsy tenderness of family affection. In the warm sunshine of the winter solstice, she and her friends were walking on the bustling street, beside the cedar tree at the corner, and ran into the clear eyes of the young man. It was the gentlest first encounter in the cold winter, an unexpected heartbeat in youth, and a gentle prelude that was engraved in the heart with just one glance over the course of time. The green throbbing, the tiny joys, and the long thoughts are all hidden in the winter snow and warm sunshine of 2006. From then on, year after year, when I think of that encounter, I feel tenderness.
Intention: Growth hides gentleness, everyone is happy when they meet, the snow falls and the heart is moved, year after year