The four seasons rotate, and the dust carried away by the spring wind carries the rot of summer and the sadness of autumn, and then hits the ice of winter heavily.
In the strong wind, the breath buried under the heavy snow is shouting: "I hope, I hope that tomorrow's sunshine will dry up the old frozen soil."
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Concept: A girl from Jintong is struggling in a tomb environment that should not belong to her. The pain of growing up has grown into thorns of self-protection on her body, piercing the source of the pain.