The Green Hills Are Silent, the Ears of Crops Bow Their Heads

People in the village said that Liu He had a hard life, and a flower was stuck on the stone. Chen Qingshan was indeed like a stone: hard, cold, and half-deaf. But it was this stone that blocked the leaky wall on a stormy night and brought life-saving food in the famine years. With his calloused hands, he chewed up all the bitterness and swallowed it, and carefully held only the little bit of sweetness in front of her. From a leaky stone house to five large tile-roofed houses, from poverty to a house full of children and grandchildren. They used their hands to make sugar out of hard days, and held up their precarious home with their silent love. There is no golden finger, only the preference of ordinary people and the long flow of life. "The green hills are silent, but wither and flourish year by year; the ears of crops bow their heads, and are passed on from generation to generation."