Since when, my mind has always been filled with a terrible story, suffocating me. My whole body was like a beast trapped in a cage.
But when I tried to stop all this, I felt extremely painful and tired, just like a tree in the desert that lost its only source of water. Slowly, its leaves began to wither, its trunk began to dry up, and finally there was not even a bug, and it disappeared silently into the endless desert without leaving any trace.
I often think of Liang Yin and wonder if she is as afraid as me of disappearing silently in this world. What is this world to her?
Purpose: To show the growth process of rural women, school education, and commemorate my friend Liang Yin