[{"img":"2001/18/e02781a9c6883560a110fc252d1d1d29.jpg","width":8232,"height":6387,"content":"* In 1986, Rob Reiner had directed a film called [accompanying me]，The film adapted from Stephen's novel \"The Corpse\", the film tells a story that Gordy, who later became a writer, went to find a corpse of a boy the age of 12 with three friends Chris, Teddy and Wayne. The film reminds me of one thing that happened to me in the summer of nine years old, I borrowed a neighbor's bike and went to the forest Park at that weekend with another two friends without telling each other's parents. The park is 20 kilometres from our home, but we were still on the road. I still remember that when we rode home, it was raining, The chain of the bike I rode on happened to be cut off, We trotted all the way to the nearby convenience store to take shelter. We rode off after the rain stopped. Because my bike is out of the question, so I have been in the back，After a downhill, I just remember them getting farther away from me.... It's just that after that, we don't seem to have done this kind of adventure. And then each of them moved to the new school. I lost touch with these two childhood buddies. Until later, I never could have made a partner as good as nine years old.

Maybe everyone is so.

* The works were taken in Losangeles and Zhengzhou.

* Only part of the project is shown here.","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/4716aa1bedbc35378f12fdf5fdd2ac04.jpg","width":1350,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/a28757158d273bc483478870c58fb011.jpg","width":1351,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/d605f20aba473d2f874edacc26f1094c.jpg","width":1354,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/8d5640a4487c3fd1a75d2ca90266904b.jpg","width":1350,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/4a0965aeed4e317dbf37e03dc1c83b8e.jpg","width":1350,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/ea6c47f7ca943a6e9fb4595154131975.jpg","width":1350,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/c9a117420092339ab0bc7e909a6189e3.jpg","width":1347,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/13b067a7b0363152b950c5857dbce315.jpg","width":1353,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/e65b8f30485c3962b19a8fd638db0910.jpg","width":1349,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/8e5db6c16adc34fdb16eae04ebce4c0a.jpg","width":1350,"height":900,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/d9c027b711513c9db6df6ae6e1e01887.jpg","width":900,"height":597,"content":"","text":""},{"img":"2001/18/19b1172d184f30e688017ba3d86686ea.jpg","width":1356,"height":900,"content":"","text":"I returned to the country where I lived before I was a grown-up, That's when I learned that the uncle's family was going to move away from here，And in the days that followed, it means that there were only two old people were there for the rest life with the old house.... After this thing happened, I haven't been able to forget some of the melancholy that has sprung up in my mind since I learned about it for a long time，I don't know why I feel this way，and there's a thought that always happens at some point in time.，So that I can't ignore the strong lingering feeling，It seems to remind myself: Do you want to look back? I began to have a strong memory and doubt about the time I grew up there. I'm starting to think of a few things... My mother took me to the people's Park for the first time，discover my sexual orientation and other people's differences， hanging out with my buddies for the hole night, not coming back，Grandpa's in the hospital, the leaveing of the best friends, The factory that I worked with the boy named Jay in the summer vacation，the fight with the students by the railroad，the first quarrel with my father，from my uncle to my father, to the house that my father and my uncle lived and move away was when built? What is Jay doing now? With such a strong memory, these puzzled question, doubt, I drove back there again at May 2016. Before the official start of the work of making the suburbs，I chose to spend nearly two months getting myself \"backwards.\", until the children's Hospital where I was born，In the process I noticed that the house in the old photos were torning down. The people's Park in the north of the railroad began rebuilding, The hospital where I was born has also been transformed into a shopping mall.，meeting Jay in the dining room but didn't know what else to say...at that time, I suddenly realized that no matter how hard I try to pick it up again，to pick the past time, some things, all the things, would not come back again, that memory was eventually blurred...."}]