Stories from the Past in Time

Introduction to "Stories of the Past in Time" The heat rising from the stove blurred her eyebrows, and he smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe away the water droplets on her temples; amidst the clicking sound of the sewing machine, they pieced the patches into flowers, allowing gentle flowers to bloom in the poor days. There are no earth-shattering oaths in this book, only the cares warmed by the briquette stove, the half umbrella held together on a rainy day, and the half piece of cake shared in the food stamp era. When the mottled enamel jar is filled with simple meals, and when the faded marriage certificate settles into a medal of time, parents tell us with stories in their wrinkles: the most touching love is nothing more than the mutual support in daily life, and the years in ordinary days. Open it and touch the romance and perseverance tainted by fireworks in the yellowed folds of time.