My Grandmother

In 2012, after my grandfather passed away, my grandmother left the deserted village where she had lived for nearly half a century and moved to a strange county town. The next year, she was shocked to hear that her homeland would be leveled within two days - her "old world" was thus completely destroyed. After that, she spent a long time alone, often accompanied by her sick second daughter, and more often by an old TV and a deck of cards. When the wind blows, she dreams of the sunset, sheep, green grass, and curling smoke in her hometown. Every year, I go back with a camera to record her homesickness that has nowhere to go, listen to her reminiscences, and also take pictures of my childhood hometown that has also disappeared.