The rockery is real. The tomb of King Zhuangxiang of Qin two thousand years ago is a large pile of loess, which is the highest boundary of our land. We call it rockery.
My name is Chen Dong, a son of a factory and mine who grew up on Kangle Road. When I was seven years old, someone took away 50 cents from me under a parasol tree. The first thing I learned was to take a detour. Later, I didn't want to go around anymore - I was beaten into the hippopotamus, and I picked up bricks. I hid behind a bag of peppers and watched my mother apologize and hand over money.
This is the story of how a cowardly child "gets up" step by step, and how he can't go back step by step. When I saw the road under my feet clearly, the rockery was still there, but the rivers and lakes had dispersed.
I would like to write this book to that road and the boy I dare not think about again.
