That autumn, three urban youths set foot on the Tuoliu Valley in the southern Henan Plain. There are adobe houses, old locust trees, endless wheat fields, and simple and sincere faces. Here they farmed, carried water, survived the winter, experienced wind, rain, and disasters, and formed an unforgettable bond. Tuoliugou does not have the prosperity of the city, but it has the weight of the land; they want to go back, but they can never go back. This is a period of time engraved in life, the youth and nostalgia of a generation.
Real and moving, very good traces of time