Chang chun

I grew up in Changchun—a city where winter defines character and history lingers in the quiet rhythm of its streets. Known once as the “Automobile City,” it carries the weight of industrial glory, yet beneath the concrete and engines lies something softer: the slow cadence of northern life. The broad avenues, lined with old ginkgo trees, seem to remember the past even as new glass towers rise. Here, progress doesn’t rush; it unfolds, like snow settling on the roofs at dusk. For me, Changchun is more than home—it’s a lens through which I see resilience, nostalgia, and quiet beauty coexisting in every frame I capture.