When I was nine years old, I ran into the endless tobacco fields to catch a red dragonfly and crushed the tobacco seedlings. The dragonfly was still not caught. When I was lying on the ground panting, I saw that as soon as the wind passed, there were emerald green leaves swaying, turning out layers of green waves. At that time, I thought I finally saw the sea I wanted to see.
When I was a teenager, I was melancholy and happy. I was waiting for time to change, and for life to bury the past me, until the body of the red dragonfly was buried and disappeared from my memory.
Concept: growth and pain, beautiful sadness.
