Also known as "In the Language of Trees", six years old is like snowflakes falling on a green down jacket, stumbling into my nineteen-year-old dream. Looking at the green mountains in the distance and the colorful clouds floating in the sky is refreshing. The collection of books on the bookshelf, the dots of starlight outside the wall, the occasional gatherings of friends, plus the sincerity and ignorance of the sky and the earth.
Purpose: I would like to dedicate this article to that child hiding in the corner.