The Festival Never Change
Over the past few years, I have been documenting my hometown during each return for the Spring Festival, a time when I reunite with aging relatives and participate in traditions that seem frozen in time. The same ceremonies are repeated year after year, as if nothing has changed. But beneath this enduring surface, time has quietly altered everything. The elders are slowly disappearing, my parents have separated, and many of my peers have moved away to build their lives in distant, fast-paced cities. Some no longer come back at all. The landscape remains the same, but the people have changed. Everything that once felt familiar now carries a sense of distance and memory.