Home Dream

Because of the epidemic, I was able to spend a year and a half at home, taking a good look at my hometown. As time passed, the faces of the family members became wrinkled, and the clutter in the house became more and more piled up, but the old house still smelled the same. All traces of history and time are present in the memory of the home, but as I looked around, the clear vision of everything in front of me was so blurry. The tinge of sadness and nostalgia brought by the blue perfectly expresses my concept of time and home. Let the memory be presented beautifully and unreservedly in the strong sunlight as if the cruelty of time did not hurt and ravage. As I washed my memories of blue one by one, I captured the outburst of joy and the hope and love for life that doesn't fade away with the passing of human beings' fleeting lives, a love that loves the world unconditionally. Even if people only live for one day, they will still have enough memories to reminisce about.