He Zhongping misses the summer on Geshan Mountain around the 23rd year of the Republic of China, with red roses, yellow loquats, small churches, and willow-leaf-like figures on the way to get off work.
A few years later, on a rainy night, his nephew, who had returned from studying abroad, visited and asked him what had sustained him during the rest of his wandering life. He stared at an old photo for a long time and said that it was everything that happened on Geshan Mountain that made him think there was hope for his life.
Grind Jade