On the day when the whole village fled, I chose to stay. Three years later, they escaped.
Everyone else ran south, but I took my whole family and went into the mountains. It's not that I can't think about it, it's just that I have made a calculation - on the way to escape from the desert, "there is no one in ten", but there is a glimmer of hope in staying. Three years later, when the disgraced fleeing team passed by my door, they saw rows of neat terraces, a yard full of chickens and ducks, and me sitting at the door basking in the sun, peeling peanuts leisurely.
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Reader comments
The author took a different approach and used delicate writing to describe how the heroine did not bow to fate after the collapse of the country and natural disasters, and did not embark on the road to escape. Instead, she stayed, opened land, looked for water, planted land, and protected seedlings. Little by little, day by day, she saw hope, welcomed the 🌧, had a field, and had a home.
The author took a different approach and used delicate writing to describe how the heroine did not bow to fate after the collapse of the country and natural disasters, and did not embark on the road to escape. Instead, she stayed, opened land, looked for water, planted land, and protected seedlings. Little by little, day by day, she saw hope, welcomed the 🌧, had a field, and had a home.