Stanford made me. I owe everything to this great school. For the past eight years, it has never ceased to amaze me. Just like the day before thanksgiving, 2013, when I was walking around campus, I saw a few undergrads picking persimmons from a big tree. One climbed up, and threw the fruits from above, while others jumping all around the tree to meet the falling fruits. It was a scene full of joy. I took this shot, and it looks like a dream. But it shows just what Stanford meant to me: a place where sunshine is forever, where fruits hang, and where joy can be spread. This album is my tribute to the school that I have been deeply in love with. I know all these words sound rosy and cheesy, but this is how I felt about this special place, where I see as home now.