Preface: A letter to Liang Xia
Liangxia, dear Liangxia.
I wonder if you are wearing an apron at this moment, with a happy look on your face, cooking a sumptuous dinner for your loved one in the kitchen ?
The white snow on the Changbai Mountain
Dear Liangxia, this is the 24th photo I sent you, right? Have you missed me as much as I missed you in the past two years?
Did you draw circles on my face with a marker after receiving my photo? Your drawing skills have not improved at all. Don't teach your baby this way in the future.
It's a cool summer day, and I'm now living in a farmhouse at the foot of Changbai Mountain. There's a warm kang, fragrant rice, and a farm girl's child wrapped in colorful clothes, lying on the kang and listening to Jiang Han playing guitar for him.
I have traveled to many places, but I still like small villages and towns like this one. The scenery here is beautiful and the people are simple. It is really my ideal place.
I don’t know how long this will last, but I think as long as I’m happy, it doesn’t matter how I live, right?
I believe that you are different from everyone else in the world, and you can understand my choice.
Dear Liangxia, I hope that I, who am wandering around, and you, who are settled down, can meet again in a season when "the plum blossoms turn white under the snow, and the willows turn green when spring comes."
Lu Jiuqiu
December 31, 2017