In the depths of my mind, there are always some unimportant sporadic memories hidden there. Sometimes a ray of sunshine in the morning, a cicada chirping under the scorching sun, or a frog croaking in the pond can summon them. With a simple splicing, this is my childhood...
The sky was very blue at that time, and happiness was very simple. I threw a handful of soil into the sky and squinted my eyes, waiting for a "bath". Unexpectedly, the wind blew away the soil and took away the time. Only a few small stones fell, which hit my head and merged into my memory...
Concept: Childhood in memory