The moon was very full on the day I was born. I was picked up by a pair of rough arms and wrapped in red velvet. The stars outside the window were very bright. Time was very slow at that time, and I could only see a few people in my life. The mountain wind blowing over the hills would disturb the cattle and sheep grazing on the ground, and I was born on this hilltop. There was a 100-year-old pear tree in front of my door, and I raised chickens, ducks and two fat cows. And I am indeed a passing guest in this family, and my fate is very shallow. Maybe I am just passing by, counting the moons in the mountain breeze.
Concept: Real beauty is always simple and pure and does not need to be replaced.