A novel about the post-80s generation.
About our generation, about our youth, about how we struggle, compromise, grow, and grow old in the torrent of the times.
Some people say that those born in the 1980s are the last generation to have seen a purely rural China, and they are also the first generation to be completely engulfed by the wave of urbanization. We were caught in the middle, like a group of pawns crossing a river, unable to turn back or reach the shore.
This sounds very artistic, but real life is not so pretentious.
Real life is: your mother is planting rice in the field, bending down and falling down, repeating it thousands of times a day, earning only enough work points to exchange for a few kilograms of white flour; your father is carrying cement on the construction site, and the skin on his shoulders is worn out, and the scabs form, and then become scabs. , And eventually grew a thick layer of dead flesh; in order to support your education, your sister went to an electronics factory in the south at the age of sixteen. She stood on the assembly line for twelve hours a day, and her fingers were scarred by the soldering iron, but she never sent home a lot of money.
The real life is: you study hard and pass the exam from the village primary school to the town's junior high school, from the town's junior high school to the county high school, and from the county high school to the provincial capital university. You think you have finally escaped from the farm, but after graduation, you find that you just jumped from one pit into another, bigger pit.
Real life is: you bought a house in the city, got married, and gave birth to children. You thought you finally had a firm foothold, but every night when you lay in bed, you would dream about the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, your mother standing at the end of the village calling you home for dinner, your father driving an ox cart on the mountain road, and the sunset stretching his shadow very long...
