[Yituyu] White Cherry Blossom Girl Meng Sansui

Inadvertently, my gaze was caught by the faint light and shadow scattered on the grass. Meng Sansui's eyes seemed a little wandering, as if immersed in a spring fantasy she had built herself. The wind blew, and cherry blossom petals fell like snow, rustling down, together with the backpack on her shoulder, the earphones by her ears, and the phone held loosely in her hand, weaving a vivid silhouette of youth. More than a dozen frozen frames are not just a record in a diary, but about that moment, the freshness permeating the air, and a purity unwilling to be disturbed. The light and shadow danced on the tips of her hair and the hem of her clothes, outlining the pure face of the girl and the relaxed freedom exclusive to spring. What the camera captured is the film-like texture with fine grain that cannot be ignored in the picture.