What is home? On the stage of life, the word "family" is like a warm fire, symbolizing that family members gather together, holding hands and holding hands, to build a solid whole full of love and fireworks. Once upon a time, a family sat around a steaming dinner table, sharing the trivial details and joys of the day. It was the most authentic look of a family and the most straightforward expression of family affection.
However, the torrent of time surges ruthlessly. I don't know when, but the "family" gradually became superficial and became an empty concept. In a seemingly complete family structure, although the members live in the same room, their hearts have long drifted apart. In the morning, they hurried to different directions, and when they returned at night, it was just a brief encounter under the same roof. Communication becomes scarce, care becomes superficial, and the bonds between family members become fragile in the midst of busyness and indifference. Home should be like a tie, entwining everyone in the family, but life is reality, not an ideal. Sometimes what you desperately want to keep is easier to lose. The story of "carving a boat to find a sword" often still happens around us. Some people still long to return to the depths of memory to find those things that have been lost.
Concept: Slowly present the taste of home