At one year and nine months old, his father died in a coal mine accident. The mine shaft collapsed, burying him forever in the dark earth. His mother chose to remarry and cruelly abandoned him. Still too young to understand, he was taken in by another family, and his life became one of constant upheaval.
But fate's hardships did not end there. The little boy was passed from one family to another twice, drifting from place to place and enduring the bitterness of living under someone else's roof. After many twists and turns, he finally returned to his family and struggled to grow up in a remote, impoverished mountain village.
A rammed-earth house, rugged mountain roads, and years of poverty marked his entire childhood. With no parents to protect him, he endured cold stares and gossip. Hunger, grievances, and wandering became memories etched into his bones.
By middle age, he had spent half his life struggling. As the years passed, memories long buried in his heart came surging back. He picked up his pen and wrote down his past, not to accuse anyone or to win sympathy.
He simply wanted to faithfully record the turbulent life of a child once abandoned by fate. The mountains are silent, and the years make no sound. All the hardships he endured and wrong turns he took became a heavy sigh as he looked back in middle age.
