Spin thread of life

The first time I stood at that spot, it was a snowy day. I was wandering around alone, with nowhere to go. As I took photos, I felt a sense of nostalgia. Later, I learned that this place was next to my grandmother’s house, and that my family often took me here to play when I was a child. The memories had been burned into a corner of my heart. After that, I began to visit this place often. Alone, or with my family, just like a long time ago. That’s how we continue to weave memories. From my grandmother to my mother, from my mother to me, and from me to my daughter. I wish that we will continue to be connected like this forever…