When I first arrived in the world, I got to know it under the bright sun, in the wind and rain, and became familiar with it. What I saw were the rural roads in Wanwantong, the stylish small buildings, the villagers who were no longer burdened by farm work, the children studying and playing in the rural fields and lakes, the fragrance of melons and fruits, the flourishing fields, and the clear lake water. I originally thought that the world there was inherently beautiful, as beautiful as the natural landscape.
At first, under the beautiful appearance, I thought that I wanted to write about the world. As my understanding continues to deepen, I understand the history of blood and tears of this land and the history of suffering of the people living on this land. Along the way, I learned about a world vastly different from my experience.
Over the years, I often take myself away from home and go to distant foreign lands, big cities, and scenic spots. Get out of your own small and fixed world and get in touch with different cultures and lifestyles. However, I have never entered a world of extreme suffering and twists and turns. People consciously stay away from poverty, suffering, illness, ugliness, oldness, and all other things that make people unhappy and unhappy. It turns out that all these years, I was just flaunting myself. I didn't really want to experience a different life.
This time, I really experienced it. I understand how difficult it is to live, survive, and survive. Sometimes, you really have to fight hard.