"The mountain quietly extends out of the window. At first, I only knew that the mountains were high and the cliffs were strange. Later, I saw the bones of that mountain clearly. "
-Li Jingxian [Theme: Journey]
"The wind rolls up the skirt of time and blows up trivial time. I set a fire and lit the sky. "
-Sun Miqi [Theme: Sunset]
"I opened my arms and tried to touch the vegetation; Try to immerse yourself in water, just as water disappears in water; I also asked about the weather and when nature will bring me spirituality. "
-Xie [Theme: Spring]
"So I traveled all my life, carrying a rotten rose in my pocket. I am not perfect, but I am who I am. "
-Lin Sitong [Theme: Teenager]
"The silver thread in my hair is my father's poem. My family has been businessmen for eight generations, and my father is no exception. He often goes out early and comes back late, so his white hair grows a little urgent. Although it is not much, it looks gaunt compared with his mother. Life is the ink of my father's poems, which is slightly thicker. Every word and sentence of my father is written by dragging my body, and "Hurry" may always be the main body of my father's poetry. " -Chen Ziyi [Theme: Father]
"I grabbed the skirt of time, shook it, shook out a pool of starlight, shook out a warmth, slowly picked it up, and picked up the memories with her."
—— Wu Huaifeng [Theme: Motherly Love]
"I use sunlight as bait, trying to catch up with memories in the vast sea. You're sitting in a rocking chair watching the sun again. Is there any life left when the light hits your face? I'd better turn my head. I can't see the trace of you being run over by years, the trace of you leaving, and I won't be sad if I can't see it. Now push you into the moonlight, cover your white hair and cover the wrinkles around your eyes, okay? "
-Chen Yutong [theme: years]