Deep in the Courtyard: Dreaming Back to 1958

An inconspicuous old mottled wooden door, no one thought there was anything special about it. But only Ling Yun knew that every time he pushed open the wooden door and stepped out, the world beneath his feet changed. Outside the yard are no longer the street lights and traffic sounds of today, but the old streets and alleys of 1958. There was no exhaust in the wind, and the air was filled with smoke from coal stoves cooking rice, as well as bicycles at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative. The ringing of bicycle bells on the street is clear, and people's blue coats are washed white, but they have down-to-earth smiles on their faces. Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the alley, the old man was shaking his cattail fan and chatting about home affairs. The children were playing with their bare feet, holding a few cents of fruit candies and red bean popsicles in their hands. The glass counter of the non-staple food store of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative is polished brightly, with bulk soy sauce, coarse salt, and maltose. It is a simple meal, but it hides real kindness... After closing the wooden door and returning to the present moment, I look back at the mottled door panel and feel a sense of warmth and awe in my heart. It's a pity that our protagonist Ling Yun is just a person without great ideals. He just wants to be lazy and lie down all day long. Let's see how he appraises and recognizes treasures in that special era, makes opportunistic moves, and plays with two eras, where he can eat, drink and have fun without any worries.