Return to Hong Kong's Dai Lao Family

How many tears are hidden behind the simple word "go to the sea". Every morning I would look at the river in the distance just like it had been many years ago. At that time, there were no electric lights, uneven roads, unclear running water, and people dying like tree stumps on the river every day. Those were outsiders who didn't understand water. The water in the sea ebbs and flows, and is level when the tide is high. Looking at the bright lights of Lok Ma Chau across the way, it is like the charming song of the Janna Siren. One after another swims past here, and it passes quickly. When the tide recedes slowly, they are all stuck in the mud like tree stumps, and they can't pull them out. In the end, they drown like tree stumps. But the high wall of Berlin could not stop the clouds after all. The yearning for a better life drove countless people to fly into the distance like moths. That year... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.