Songjiang Snow

In the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu's reign, there was a severe drought in Shandong. Nine-year-old Han Wanshan followed his parents to Guandong. On the way to death of starvation, my mother pushed him north alone. With the words "Old Yushu Village, by the Songhua River" in mind, he was rescued by a widow holding a green cloth bundle under the old elm tree - that broken stick noodle cake became the beginning of the Han family's century. From racing horses to seize wasteland to meeting old leaders in the mountains, from beating beards to set up camps to working as errands in Fengtian, from the bloody battles between son and son under the iron heel of the Japanese invaders to the suffering of father and son during the Land Reform and Cultural Revolution - the four generations of the Han family, together with an old elm tree and the Songhua River, buried their lives in the black soil one after another. A Guandong folk epic, it writes about family and country, grace and disaster, and how a group of simple people survived in the storm.