Siheyuan: Fleeing Famine in 1948, Entering Beijing at the Age of Eight

His stomach was as empty as burning, and his eyelids were weighed down by a thousand pounds of stone. When he woke up, he saw two little sallow faces standing close to him. The three- or four-year-old Xiaohua timidly called her brother - the memory still hurt, and the original owner had just died on the way to escape. My eight-year-old backbone has to carry two pairs of chopsticks.