Growth is an arduous journey of self-competition and self-repair. Heping, Populus euphratica, Luochuan... In the past more than ten years, in the maturity and staggering of self-competition of a generation, there are countless tossing and turning about the past.
I wish you could grow up to be free people in a life full of sunshine, but everyone has a difficult road to walk, adapting, introspecting, repairing, and fighting the world quietly and hysterically.
The winter snow falls in the northern industrial town, and your footprints are buried in the crunchy ground dripping with dry leaves. Joy and loneliness, affection and silence...