The spring breeze of social and economic changes always blows into the depths of Daba Mountain late, but the hard-working mountain people's longing for a better life, family status and pursuit of glory have never stopped. In that narrow ravine, the older generation was gradually left behind by the tide of the times, but the younger generation grew up lonely and stubborn. When Hu Xianrong later recalled his past, he said that he "grew up" in a moment that he would never forget. On that snowy night like a dream, there were lush bamboo forests growing in the ravine, all covered with thick velvet clothes, swaying in the wind.
