Growth is a difficult yet joyful journey of self-competition and self-repair. Heping, Populus euphratica, Luochuan... In more than ten years, as a generation gradually matures and stumbles in self-competition, it is the past that has been tossed and turned in countless minds.
I wish you could grow up and become free people in a life full of sunshine, but everyone has a common and different journey to walk, to adapt, introspect, repair, and then become a towering tree.
The winter snow has fallen in the northern industrial town, and your footprints are buried in the crunchy ground dripping with dry leaves, but joy and loneliness, affection and silence are always there.