That summer, the city was unbearably hot.
The air was filled with dust and anxiety, and the crowds pouring out of the subway station were like a series of numbers pushed by time. Lin Mo stood under the glass curtain wall of the office building, looking up at the window on her floor. The sunlight was so dazzling that she could hardly open her eyes.
She couldn't remember how many times this was the first time she had worked overtime until late at night, and she couldn't remember the last time she smelled the real fragrance of flowers. Until that night, she discovered a pot of forgotten jasmine on the balcony - the leaves were yellowed and the branches were dry, but a small white flower was still stubbornly blooming.
The aroma is very light, but it penetrates the hustle and bustle of the city, like a whisper floating from the depths of memory.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered what her grandmother said before she died: "Even if no one appreciates it, bloom quietly."
Jasmine is the gentlest rebel in this fast-paced era. It is not ostentatious or ostentatious, but quietly reveals its fragrance every quiet night.
And in this era of data and algorithms, is anyone still willing to stop and listen to a flower speak?
This is a story about jasmine and a journey about how technology, nature and human hearts can be reconnected.
Here, you will meet a girl who uses a paintbrush to record the fragrance of flowers, and a young man who is trying to use artificial intelligence to read the heartbeat of plants. They once lost their way in the cracks of reality, but because of a jasmine flower, they reunited in the wind of the 21st century.
Let us walk into this story of hope, resilience and rebirth. Because - the most beautiful data comes from the gentlest life.
Intent: In this noisy era, I hope you and I can be like jasmine, blooming quietly even if no one appreciates it; I hope we can find the way to nature and heart between technology and art.
