What children see is a world of fairy tales: blue sky, white clouds, the sun, hillsides dotted with mountain flowers and covered with wild grasses, neat farmland under the hillside, melon watchers' huts, village women, shepherds, sheep, dogs, distant cottages, winding rivers and lonely trees. Trees, mist flowing in the transparent air like water... Adults and children see things so differently. Could it be that when a child's heart matures, it becomes covered with calluses, and becomes a century-old household item with bright spots peeled off and coated with a layer of dirt that cannot be scraped off?
Intention: Childlike innocence, the most straightforward and frank.