What is poverty? In their youthful and joyful days, it was just a gentle sigh among countless laughter, just like the sky filled with colorful clouds, occasionally edged with a dark cloud, and you would only admire the magic of colorful clouds. They were like two light and inflated balloons, thinking they could keep flying upward, flying over poverty, flying across the distance between each other, and crossing the thorns that covered the hillsides in between.
Gao Yang was waiting at the entrance of the village, watching her carrying a big luggage bag and getting out of the car step by step, and his heart ached. This little girl who usually only knows how to chew books is now as strong as a working woman. Do you want her to suffer with him in this windy and deserted place? Her major was of no use in the village primary school here. She was left to sit at home and cook and wash clothes for him every day. Such lonely years would easily wear away her will. Being trapped in this wild place was definitely not her original intention for going to college, nor was it his original intention to see her decline day by day.
She and Gao Yang had promised to be together for fifty years. Fifty years is a lifetime of more than 18,000 days, which is very long and very short. It's just that I didn't understand at that time that time, like the quicksand in the Jialing River, can grind every rock into a uniform oval. Every memory gradually loses its vivid edges. The protagonist in every relationship is like the Pyramid of Khufu in Egypt, whose appearance is gradually blown away by the wind and sand of time. The sporadic memories are like the stars scattered in the Milky Way, gradually twinkling and drifting away.