Memories That Have Been Buried in Dust for Thirty Years

I was born in the 1980s and lived in a county near a municipality directly under the Central Government. The local customs were simple and the scenery was beautiful. People lived a good life relying on the tourism industry. My parents also started a small business and lived a more prosperous life than the poor. From the age of 15 to 45, I experienced the death of classmates, the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms, the death of friends, and even myself almost died. In these 30 years, I have continued to work hard and get closer to the truth step by step. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.