I was a child who was hidden in a cellar by my parents during the strict family planning period.
My father sold his only valuable cow in exchange for a quick glance from the midwife under the kerosene lamp.
After I was forced to drop out of school at the age of eighteen, I witnessed my colleagues being involved in the cold machinery in a Guangzhou factory.
For the first time, I understood that the passage of life was nothing more than a simple line of numbers on a workshop report.
When I was twenty-seven years old and working in self-media, I watched my fans praise me for "how beautiful and simple the countryside is under the lens."
But he hid behind the screen and silently deleted the video of the quarrel between his third uncle's family and their enemies over the payment of the New Rural Cooperative Medical System.
In the spring of 2025, my father passed away, and I sold the company and returned to my hometown.
The wheat fields that I once thought were desolate and old,
At this moment, with waves of gentle golden color,
It taught me that the deepest meaning of life is just the word "alive".
