Father's sixty-year record—My father often said that his life was like the apple tree in the pit of his hometown. Its roots were rooted in the soil, but its branches strived to stretch up to the sky. He was born in the countryside in the early 1960s, and the words "labor" and "study" are inseparable from his life-long story.
I know that my father's story is also the epitome of that generation - struggling in the quagmire of fate, but never giving up on growing upward, using both hands to make every step steady.
