Children in the Mountains Have No Clothes

About This Novel

In October 1966, the northwest wind blew hard. The strong wind blew the broken branches and leaves in the fields flying all over the sky, and the earth had frozen into an extremely hard iron shell. People going out put on white stubble fur coats in advance, and wealthy people already had stoves in their houses for heating. The old farmers wiped away the runny nose and shook it on the ground: "How can we call autumn here? It's clearly the harsh winter." At dusk, the commune members returned from work. As soon as she entered the house and put down the spade, my mother habitually tore off a pile of firewood from the pile, hurriedly carried it into the house and threw it on the stove fire.

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