The Strange Years of Qian

Please open this book on a quiet night. Prepare tissues - not for sadness, but for those sudden touches: when Sister Shula led the women to plant vegetable fields, when Master Tan Guoliang repaired the last machine, when Soge called at the fire scene and asked "Has the fire been suppressed?", When the recruits took over the old gun that had been in service for 29 years... You will understand that some years have gone far away, but they have never disappeared; some people are silent, but their voices are deafening; some places, although remote, are related to the home of all of us. The language style is thick and restrained, not overly sensational, but it can make people cry in the most ordinary narrative. When writing about sacrifice, just write "the grass in front of the grave is green and yellow"; when writing about longing, just write "looking to the southeast and finishing a cigarette."

Real and objective, I saw the water and the mountains and felt that era