There are many stories, including joy and sorrow; the years are very long, and we need to realize bit by bit: growth is like a slowly flowing stream. Quietly, we grow up. Learned to be strong and calm. At the same time, I also learned about decoration and packaging. Time connects memories and longings, slipping from the fingertips inadvertently. The grid of the past is covered in cobweb dust, but some places are dense and blurry and difficult to distinguish, while some places are sparse and clear. This is a story about growing up, narrating half of a person's life...
Intention: Everyone will grow up, and they will also be reluctant to leave the footprints left by their past growth.