Qing Ze Ji

This is Northland, a declining industrial town called Qingze. People don't remember its appearance very much, and have never even heard of its name. Like all small and humble cities in China, it is humble enough to be buried in the soil, mixed with countless dust and swept through an era of confusion and change. When the dust settles, flowers bloom in the soil, and the trivial matters are like dotted stars. If you squat down and carefully count the lines of the flowers, you may find that they are not only life, but also stories. This story is very ordinary. As the wild flowers bloom and fall, they start over and over again, never stopping, but there was that moment when they were all-encompassing, like a whole sea, bringing the world a marvelous and magnificent wave, and then disappeared suddenly, becoming a thought that would not last long. Those people have loved, hated, been young, compromised, and finally chose to reconcile with life. You can no longer see the traces of time, joy or sadness. They turn into light and shadow, moving slowly in lonely corners. Sometimes when you pass by, you will feel as if you are passing by yourself. Unfortunately, the price of this reconciliation is too high, and it seems stingy to exchange it for a lifetime. Fortunately, we have finally calmed down and are willing to look back, count the memories, and embark on the unknown rest of our lives.