Old Things Under the Green Mountain

Written for women who are on their way late at night. In the story, Yue'e carried two baskets, climbed over the mass graves, and walked towards a place called Qingshan - she walked this road for a long time before she dared to write. I have heard too many stories from my grandmothers: about remarriage, about escaping from famine, about how a woman used a pole to kill two children. Those stories sink in the family's memory, like pebbles at the bottom of the river bed, invisible at ordinary times, but painful in the dead of night. "Under the Green Mountain" is not about a hero, but about how an ordinary woman walked out of a pack of wolves with a pair of feet, a few nursery rhymes, and the thought of "let her children live a good life" on that night of the 10th year of Xuantong. She believes that the deepest maternal love is not the care in the peaceful years, but in times of crisis, the voice that suppresses the trembling: "Daping, sing!" The green mountains are towering, and people are at the foot of the mountains. It is the first long-distance journey to literature. If there is any clumsiness, please use it as a torch in the mountains - although the light is faint, what you see is the sincerity. New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!