In the twelfth lunar month of 1970, Chen Yougen was born in a cowshed.
His father said that farmers must have roots. Only with roots can they survive.
But he didn't know that his son would go to college, leave the village, and then come back.
He didn't even know that his grandson would go south to work, be cheated by his boss, be deceived by women, and finally return to this land in disgrace.
Two generations, seventy years, the ups and downs of an ordinary rural family.
There is no golden finger, no system, only the Chinese gritting their teeth and surviving.
Reader comments
This book is not suitable for readers who are looking for a sense of comfort. It has no fast pace, no slap-in-the-face plot, and no sweet sadomasochism. It honestly describes how a person is born, how he grows up, how he farms, how he works, how he gets sick, how he grows old, and how he dies.
But if you want to know what your parents went through, if you want to understand the silent person who never said "I love you," read this book.
Bring tissues.
People are like dust, born in the land and return to the land.
Each generation has its own way of living, but under the soil, we will eventually meet each other. [Cry][cry][cry]
This book is not suitable for readers who are looking for a sense of comfort. It has no fast pace, no slap-in-the-face plot, and no sweet sadomasochism. It honestly describes how a person is born, how he grows up, how he farms, how he works, how he gets sick, how he grows old, and how he dies. But if you want to know what your parents went through, if you want to understand the silent person who never said "I love you," read this book. Bring tissues. People are like dust, born in the land and return to the land. Each generation has its own way of living, but under the soil, we will eventually meet each other. [Cry][cry][cry]