In A Tale of Two Cities, Dickens wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times!” I don’t know what kind of era he was talking about. But living in today’s rapidly changing society, even though I wouldn’t compare it to an age of such misery and hardship, there are still moments when life hits me hard. So we can understand the feeling too: this is the best of times, and the worst of times. No matter the era, each has its own joys and sorrows, and people in every age must keep striving to live.
My name is Yan Jia. I was born on New Year’s Eve in 1991, in a rural mountain village in northwestern Hubei. The story begins in 2006, when my parents decided to go to Shanghai for work, opening a decades-long vigil for my return home. But the story’s backdrop reaches even further back, to the moment I was born…
The journey home is long and takes decades! Every word and every word is hard work, don't let each year pass by! There are never wasted years, they are all experiences and growth! I hope the words can bring strength and warmth to the wanderers who have left their hometowns and the children and teenagers left behind...