I always wonder, do the four seasons really have to follow the order of time? This book is the process of my search for the answer in the same time and the same area. Every detail recorded with the camera is the mark of the season I found in the space - a dead leaf in autumn, a new bud in early spring, or the remaining snow in winter.

These moments collected by me are folded into a memory box. Every time I unfold it, it seems to be reopening a period of still time, reminding me that at the same moment, the four seasons may never really separate.

What I want you to see is not only the change of seasons, but also the details of those coexisting and quietly talking in nature. I hope that when you open it, you can also re-recognize the multiple dimensions of time and memory like me.

This is the four seasons in my eyes, a story that always meets at the same moment.