The Growth of a Mountain Village Boy

Yang Lin, the cub who was raised by Sanjiang, has been immersed in the years with the smell of wine lees since he was a child. The water in my hometown flows leisurely, and the aroma of my hometown winery fills the streets. When he grew up, he left his hometown and worked hard in a strange city. The ups and downs in the workplace and the ups and downs of human relationships have all become his stories. But every time I smell the familiar aroma of wine, I feel a deep attachment to Sanjiang. So he spread out his pen and paper and wrote down the nostalgia on the paper. Between the lines, there was an old time that he couldn't get back.