Aisha and her father Bayar live on the prairie of Hulunbuir. They are Mongolians, also nomads.
The first time when I saw her, the girl got off her horse, picked a wild flower from the ground, and stuffed it into my arms together with her little body.
Every day after that, I was accompanied by her smile and the flowers.
When I was leaving, Aisha said maybe I won't see her here next time. Because she would often move with the seasons as a nomad.
I said I will definitely find her. I am also a nomad in the city as a photographer.
We made a promise to see each other again next summer.