The name Aikefei sounds as clear as a spring in the mountains.
Her story is more about the daily life of broken and gentle,
not hurried or slow, but full of the power of life.
The instrument in her hand is called Xiangyun Player,
which is both light and warm,
like a small instrument that can be carried with you,
playing the melody of ice and gears,
cool but warm, mechanical but human.
Her growth path is not complicated,
but like spring raindrops, long-lasting and silent.
Those Shivada jade silver, Shivada jade fragments, and meshing gears,
are all marks of her growth,
like seeds, buried in the soil, waiting to sprout.
The process of collecting materials is very much like picking firewood while taking a walk,
step by step, little by little, slowly accumulating,
this is the ritual sense of her life without rushing or impatient.
The sound of those gears is not the sound of cold machines in her world, but like the rustling sound of wind blowing through the bamboo forest, carrying vitality and hope. Meshing gears, mechanical spur gears, and strange mechanical movement gears, their names sound mechanical, but in fact, each gear is endowed with life, pushing her to grow and move towards a better self. She collected blue crystal snails and walked on the coast of the Selo Sea. The blue conch was like the lights at night, shining slightly, quietly telling the secrets of the sea. Her mood was like the conch, quiet and tenacious, accumulating strength bit by bit in the soft halo. The teachings, guidelines and philosophy of the gifted book “Justice” are like three precious notebooks in her life. The words record her understanding and persistence of life. These teachings are not profound, but like a mother’s exhortation, gentle and firm, allowing her to find direction in challenges. “Erosion of spiritual resonance”, this term sounds a bit strange, but for her, it is a test of growth and a test of her courage. Every time she faces such a challenge, she does not fight alone, but stands at the door of her home, waiting for a rain, feeling it with her heart, welcoming it, and she will become stronger after the rain. Her growth does not have a spectacular story, but it has the warmth and hope of a long-lasting stream. She uses the ice jade fragments in her hands to piece together her broken dreams bit by bit, and uses the sound of gears to compose her own life movement. In this cold and mechanical world, she always keeps a soft heart, like the warm sun in winter, warming herself and the people around her. This is the power of Ai Kefei, simple but real, ordinary but touching. She does not have a gorgeous appearance, nor does she have earth-shaking miracles, but she has a delicate persistence, quietly growing and blooming in the sound of cold gears. This is her story,
like a cup of tea, warm and timeless,
bringing a touch of tranquility and peace in this impetuous world.