The spring breeze blows through the kapok, and the breeze encounters the kapok by chance. The fingertips of the spring breeze unintentionally pluck the strings of the kapok. One flower learns to half-open in the dust, and the other stretches out a new branch from the broken place. Later, when the spring breeze comes to the appointment every year, it sees that the kapok petals have fallen off.
Concept: The spring breeze is silent, but silently warms the kapok period; the kapok is silent, but quietly blooms in response to the spring breeze. The best feelings are never the surging memories, but the present that accompanies them day and night.