Life in the 1980s was simple and poor, but full of healing warmth. Loess roads, blue brick houses, and green tiles and smoke from cooking stoves constitute the most ordinary appearance of the village.
Not far from home, I smelled the faint fragrance of firewood, which made me feel particularly reassured.
People who come out of the countryside miss their hometown from time to time.
I would like to use this book to pay tribute to the past, to the pure rural years, and to every ordinary person who lives a serious life.
The last book was discontinued, so don't write this one.
Not bad, very pretty