The bluestone in Wenhua Lane remembers everything.
I remember the marks of the Kangxi period, the turmoil during the Anti-Japanese War, and the coverage of cement roads in the 1970s.
In this old neighborhood surrounded by high-rise buildings, 87-year-old Grandpa Song is the final gatekeeper. His memory contains the most authentic fireworks of Nancheng: the sweetness of sugar taro seedlings, the gavel of storytelling stalls, the cultural relics slates pried away by the Japanese...
In the summer of their freshman year in high school, two teenagers walked into this alley.
One uses a camera to freeze the moment, and the other uses the tip of a pen to record the passage. Under the mottled lintels and beside the chessboard covered with locust flowers, they tried to piece together the complete soul of the city from the old man's whispers.
This is a story about "seeing".
"When you start looking, all the ordinary things turn into stories."
Following the author's writing, let us slow down and re-examine the thickness of the land beneath our feet.
Concept: The core concept of the work is that the growth trajectory of every ordinary boy is closely intertwined with the country's progress. The college entrance examination, youth, and dreams do not exist in isolation. They are rooted in the soil of the times and carry the cultural genes and spiritual blood of national rejuvenation.