In a small mountain village in the northwest region, many stories happened, generation after generation, year after year, and no one knew or cared about them. In the history of thousands of years, every inch of land has many touching stories. We are just a drop of water in the long river of history, a passer-by among all living beings, and no one has paid attention to us. But in our own lives, there are too many memories, and they are endless. Just like a drop of water in the long river of history, we can see our own shining light. Because ordinary people also have their own love and hate, joy and joy, and endless intertwining of love and hate. Every life is a song of joys and sorrows, with endless vicissitudes of life.
Feeling pretty good about myself,