A young man lost his way in Hehuang, and was slowly picked up by land, crops and strangers. A year later, he was returned to himself.
Concept: A young man is sick and abandoned by both the world and himself. He fled to Hehuang, thinking he was just hiding somewhere. What he didn't know: The land would catch him.
Not with reason, but with the wind in the highland barley fields, the medicine spring in Qili Temple, the darkness in the potato cellar, and the moonlight at the base of the Zhuangkuo wall. Using a group of people who have been "broken" like him - the widowed hotel proprietress, the college graduates who have lost their direction, the silent mountain rangers, the deaf-mute girls who farm - they never preach, they just live, and live hard, like the crops in Hehuang, one crop after another, yellow becomes yellow when it should be, and green when green.
This is not a "depression is cured" story. This is a story about "being caught". When a person is desperate, he doesn't need anyone to show him the way. He just needs a place to stop and a group of people to lean on.
The book is called "One Year in Hehuang". The river is the Yellow River, and the Huang River is the Huangshui River. Two rivers rushed out of a valley, just enough to accommodate the confusion of a young man. A year later, he was about to leave, but found that his heart remained here - not being cured, but being fed.
One arrow is easy to break, but ten arrows are difficult to destroy. This is not the truth, it is the way of life in this land.