"Cheng Xi, why are you so silly and happy every day?" "Cheng Xi, you are so nice." "Cheng Xi..." You know, everyone plays a role that is more or less completely different from themselves in life, wearing a mask that they have drawn by themselves, doing things to maintain their personality. My mask was traced by my own hands. I drew it one by one according to the character I envied and envied, and carefully put it on my face. Uncontrollably, this envy and jealousy slowly turned into a kind of inner demon. This mask also reminds me all the time that I am not him, not the one who is blessed by nature, not the one who can be noticed by everyone as long as he is himself... My name is Cheng Xi, and the mask I wear is also called Chen Xi.
Concept: The morning sun shining on the big white poplar should make it warm.