From clumsily choosing beans for the first time, to chasing butterflies in the wheat fields with my uncles; from being shy and dodging in front of strange uncles, to daring to climb on He Haonan's shoulders to look at the stars; from holding a rabbit in a cage and wandering on the ridge of the field, to Stepping on the dew to help the uncles deliver seeds... Xiao Qingtian's laughter, mixed with the roar of the irrigation pipes, the crackle of the firewood stove, and the bleating of the sheep, became the most beautiful melody on the farm. This is not an earth-shattering story. The book about big things is just a story about a little girl and ten big boys - about how sweet the first strawberry in the morning is, how high the swing can be in the evening, about the band-aid on the wound and the osmanthus in the porridge, about what grows on the land is not only crops, but also countless, furry love.
