This story is very long, but it can actually be very short. It is just the story of the big river, the group of farmers in the river basin, and the farmer's daughter. Difficulties and hardships, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, ups and downs, thirty years are like foam flowing eastward. Although it is hard work, only after blowing away the yellow sand can you get gold.
(I hope I can persist in writing it and leave a mark on those years that will never come back)