I grew up in Northeast China, yet I have always been afraid of winter. I don't like to get too close to people, I’m used to hiding. Years ago, fearing the snow, I went to the south, thinking that by being further away, I could overcome the obstacles in my heart. Returning to my hometown... once again immersed in the biting cold wind, this land is familiar, yet still makes me uneasy.
Unexpectedly meeting a group of people, making noise every day, it's simply unbelievable. I always thought I was here to heal others. The winter I once desperately fled from has now become the place where I temporarily stay.
Snow still falls in this city. But looking at the smiling faces around, it seems to not be so cold anymore.