It was the wheat harvest season in 1987, in a loess mountain village in the north.
There is the laughter of children, the warmth of family members, and the warmth and warmth of neighbors.
An unexpected incident broke the peace of the past.
It also makes the lives of ordinary people a little more sad and tenacious.
The ordinary fireworks hide an unforgettable memory. This story is purely a personal fictitious interpretation. Any similarities are purely accidental. Thank you for your understanding.
