Huaishu Lane in the old city hides an entire lane of gentle fireworks, as well as Lin Xiaoman's long and healing memories of his youth.
Her parents were away from home all the time during her childhood, so she grew up alone in an old alley. It was the childless Grandma Wang next door who filled her missing warmth with soft and glutinous locust flower cakes, gentle companionship and tiny preferences. The fragrance of locust flowers permeates every spring and summer, the bluestone road bears the footprints of young people, and the ordinary daily life in the alleys has become the safest harbor in my heart.
The world is impermanent, a gentle old friend suddenly leaves, and the empty courtyard is full of regrets; parents reunited after a long separation break the alienation, and slowly piece together the belated family relationship; the youthful worries, the drifting away of best friends, and the journey to study in distant places, saying goodbye and growing up along the way.
After seeing the bustling life of big cities and wandering around in circles, she finally chose to return to her hometown. Take root in Locust Tree Lane, embrace the fireworks of the world, accompany your family day and night, inherit the tenderness and goodwill of old friends, reconcile with the past and embrace the years gently in the fragrance of locust flowers year after year.
An old alley, an ancient locust tree, an old time that cannot be returned but will never be forgotten.
Fireworks heal, and as time goes by, all partings and regrets will eventually be slowly healed by the tenderness of my hometown.
Intention: A locust tree hides the gentle past of half a life