"What is written with pen and paper is not necessarily words, but memories and youth."
As time goes by, the yellowed paper still remains, and the breath of spring that year remains. The paper left behind is not a useless piece of waste paper. What the paper leaves behind is another renovation of the memory of youth. Black characters on a white background, every stroke and every painting is a deep love and warmth for the other person, and it is also a clumsy confession of youth.
"Xu Qingyan."
"I'm here"
Concept: Falling trees and blooming flowers, meeting each other on the bench, don't let go when we meet again.