Photographic works return to dusk

Go back along the way you came, all the way, all the way to blossom.

At the moment, my body is shrinking and the wrinkles on my forehead are flat again.

I rode on my father's neck again.

On a cool morning in summer, my mother and I enjoyed the cool air beside the vegetables in our private plot.

Snuggle up next to her and watch the fish scales floating westward in the sky.

Look at Su Yue's lingering with the clouds, and listen to the beans beside him.

The sound of insects eating vegetable leaves washed away my childhood roots and dreams.

At that time, the world was really pure. Every snow was as white as a feather and fell to the ground like a blanket.

I can make a snowman on it and wait with nursery rhymes.

Waiting to catch a falling popsicle from the mossy eaves.

And grass, always in the spring morning,

Peach blossoms bloomed in a spring rain, and all the hillsides turned pink.

When the peach blossoms withered, the neighbor's daughter got married.

Later, there were fewer snowflakes in winter and fewer peach blossoms in spring.

In the twisted land, there are many secrets of life and death missing.

And pear blossoms always bloom quietly overhead.

When the wind blows, life becomes a drop of time.

Tears ran down my cheeks.