Nostalgia, face the past or the future, stop, the years beat mercilessly, the road is long, those poems and the distance
After many years, I realized how gloomy today is.
The merciless fire burned the earth everywhere.
On this day, there was a huge fire in Daxinganling, Heilongjiang
May 6, 1987, the beginning of summer
In the middle of Qilu land, in the southern mountainous area, a newborn baby cried.
Yes, it was at a time when fires were burning thousands of kilometers away.
Here, a new life is born, and the doll that the elders in the village call "fire life" comes to this new world.
Be open-minded and eager to learn, never slack off, be upright and upright as water, and I hope your child will be rich and blessed in the future. So the doll got a name——Xu Xin