In the Northeast Snow Township in the 1970s and 1980s, life was as slow as the old well at the entrance of the village, but there were countless interesting things.
A girl in a floral cotton-padded jacket meets a young man in Chinese tunic, stumbling over each other's feet, joy, and bustling daily life; the chattering uncles and aunts on the kang, the half-grown children running and jumping in the yard. During the New Year, a pig is killed and the whole village is treated to a meal of butchered vegetables. A pot of butchered vegetables and white meat with sauerkraut can fill the whole street with fragrance.
There is the joy of digging wild vegetables in the spring, catching fish in the river to pick fungus mushrooms and the fragrance of cucumbers in the summer, catching toads to harvest potatoes in the fall, collecting firewood and laughing in the snow in the winter. In the Northeast, there are fireworks by the stove, tenderness hidden in vulgar words, and nostalgia engraved in the bones.
This is not an earth-shattering story, it is just an old incident in the Northeast Snow Country, taking you back to that warm and lively era.
Really [like]