In the 1980s, the ancient city of Jinling had a modestly famous street called Matai Street.
Along it lived seven ordinary families from different walks of life, each harboring a beautiful dream of the future.
As they grew up, each of them struggled and compromised with the problems life brought, big and small, changing or being changed along the way.
There is nothing new under the sun. Perhaps the essence of life is turning all our wishes into disappointments.
And all the bittersweet experiences people endure are part of accepting the countless gifts fate bestows.
Will the children of these ordinary families find the happiness they dream of, or will it all prove to be an illusion, with their time in this world nothing more than a trial to endure?
None of them are satisfactory. Sigh, although this is reality, I'm still in a bad mood.