In 1927, the Republic of China was already in a turbulent situation. It was at this time that my father sent me a letter asking me to go back and inherit his small restaurant. The sentence "I am not going to die soon" in the letter was like a sharp knife forcing me to board the ship from Paris to Bincheng, and then take the iron train from Bincheng to Harbin.
Intention: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.