(Short story collection, modern themes, starting from a village, recording the stories of several people)
My home is an extremely ordinary northern village, even very backward, but looking back now, it is still so good. I studied in the village from preschool to junior high school, but the distance was different, and I could reach it on foot. Every spring when the locust trees are in full bloom, the whole village is filled with fragrance, and the walk to and from school becomes a pleasure. No one will lack companions on the road when he is young. Fengfeng is my childhood friend who accompanied me through my life before high school...
Purpose: Every so-called "experience" forces us to lose some people