I have lived in the city for a long time, and I have forgotten to listen to the sounds of nature. When I opened the door in the morning, it was a green vineyard. The wind blowing with a little mud and fragrant, leaving the night of the reinforced concrete world reminded me of my childhood. In my memory, there is a childhood in the country. The whole village is not big. Whenever I go there, I know my neighbors. When the power in the country is insufficient, my grandmother points to the kerosene lamp and enjoys the cold under the tree. There are cockroaches and insects everywhere, and my children and I catch the light flashing in the grass. And the fireflies hide and seek, Grandma said that with those lights, you can go where you want to go. Those little lights are the most amazing stories in childhood memories. Photographed at Yuchuan Winery