The hot wind in June in northern Anhui Province carries the scent of sun-dried wheat straw and rolls past the red wall at the entrance of the village, where a row of locust trees spread out their dense green crowns.
Lin Wan squatted on the ridge of the field, holding the hot mobile phone in her fingertips. The words written by her elders were like fine needles, piercing her heart one after another...
Intention: time passes by