In autumn, The nightmares at dawn are always fascinating.The morning light is dewy and bleary as usual,Dead branches, quiet hair, eating new dates,Cook tea over a fire and sift it slowly in a small pot.

For thousands of years, when it comes to what is freedom, scholars and scholars have never spared their praise for it. Li Qingzhao, a talented woman of the Northern Song Dynasty, once wrote in her handed down work Xiao Meng: looking at lotus roots like ships and eating dates like melons. Today, reading such meaningful poems, what kind of scene is it in our hearts?

Calm and stare, tea affairs, bottle flowers, utensils, pushing cups for lamps, Mingzhe's ancient meaning gently stroking his fingertips. New and old, white and black, bright and gloomy, simple and delicate micro cement has traces of years after being praised by light and dark.

Withered vines and faint leaves linger and sway. Between the mottled volumes, time and space seem to solidify at this moment. Everything is magnified and exaggerated due to slowing down the rhythm, and filled with beauty.

In the sunny afternoon, the sunlight is projected indoors through the glass curtain wall to feel the subtle changes of light and wall texture. The constantly changing light and shadow is like the graceful rhythm under the black-and-white piano keys, bringing people into a space wandering in memories and fantasies.