More than ten years ago, there were no high-rise buildings, only low brick houses around them, no wide and smooth roads, only dusty dirt roads, and no dark nights like daylight. In that remote mountain village, there were simple farmers who relied on the mountains and rivers to eat. They got up early and came home late, listened to the singing of birds in the forest, and caught eels in the fields. It was simple all year round...
"Sister, look, that's the direction to Beijing. When I grow up, I want to go there!" Five-year-old Yun Xiaoxiang and her sister slept on the roof of an open-air building, pointing to the west, the light in their eyes filled with the expectation of growing up.
"That's not the direction to Beijing. Think about it, let's count the planes. Grandma said that if you count to a hundred, you can make a wish." My sister touched the head of Xiangxiang.
"Okay, okay."
When she was thirteen years old, her parents found out that her sister was in love, and they caught her and beat her severely. However, her sister still didn't seem to want to study, and finally went out to work. And Yun Xiaoxiang's carefree life has come to an end...
Intention: If you can't preserve all things, then preserve your heart