The falling rain in the vernacular is beautiful. In the mountain cabin, on an early spring morning after a heavy rain, I like to sit on the wooden swing under the big tree in front of my house. Feel the cool raindrops on your face, arms, and wet the swing. The mountains in my memories are pure, free and unstructured. When I grow up, time flies so fast and a lot of things happen. Life suddenly showed another side that I had not discovered before, which was complicated and intertwined, so my memories became three-dimensional.
Intention: The memories and feelings of the past are gradually fading away, I hope to record them and leave something behind.