*This article only records my childhood time.
That mountain is the boundary of my childhood.
In the mountains there are muddy field ridges, dewy mornings, mountain streams where you fish with your friends, and slopes where you pick fruits. There is also the aroma of grandma simmering sweet potatoes on the stove, and the figure of mother mending clothes under the lamp. At that time, I didn't know what "love" was. I just felt that the days were long, the sky was blue, and everything in the mountains was taken for granted.
Later, I worked hard to climb over that mountain and went far away, to the city, to a place where my grandma had never been.
Now I understand that there are always two directions when climbing over that mountain - one is the dream of going out, and the other is the thought of walking back.
This book is a letter I wrote to my hometown, and it is my way back home over and over again.
Purpose: Climbing that mountain was to reach the distant place when I was young, and to return to them when I grew up.
