Baby in the Palm of Your Hand

In the past ten years, I have returned to China University of Technology several times in my dreams, the small station platform where countless hopes and expectations were parked, the Berlin Garden full of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the endless flow of the Fen River, the lecture halls where struggle and attachment were written, and the canteen and dormitory that I was so familiar with that I couldn't go wrong with my eyes closed. In the past, North China Institute of Technology and now North China University were places where we once shed our hard work and sweat, and where we once gave our true love. You, me, him, the most beautiful life all starts from there... Intention: