"Old banknotes, no serial numbers, 300,000. Buying my mother and daughter a reunion will give me peace for the rest of my life." Jealousy often deforms people's expressions and distorts their psychology; in comparison, retribution can be regarded as a virtue.
Or in the corners of the city, there are green lights and yellow scrolls, and true or false words are rolling up and down; or in the folds of the mountains, there are lotus hoeing and seedlings, and in the courtyard of three bricks and two tiles, dogs bark and roosters crow morning and night.
Wang Qihua wanted to turn his life into a poetic landscape prose, but in fact, it was already destined to become a novel with ups and downs of plot. He can't forget things and me at present, so he can still be entangled in the feelings of human relations, and enjoy the beauty of mountains and rivers, and the joy of fish and water. The bitterness and sweetness of the world shackles his heart and fetters his body.
Intention: I originally wanted to write a landscape prose, but unexpectedly it became a novel with ups and downs.