Wang Guangnian's world is huge.
He had a whole mountain to run on, the smoke from the firewood, and the mountain breeze mixed with the scent of earth and crops.
His world is also too small: too small to contain the quarrels of his parents, the whispers of patriarchal preference, and the heaviness that can only be left by reading.
During that special summer vacation, from an aggrieved child who was beaten for coming home late, he saw clearly for the first time the differences in the world and what growth itself looks like.
Reading tips:
1. Atypical Internet article: This is a prose, first-person childhood memoir with a slow pace.
2. The core is atmosphere and reality: restore the scenery and human feelings of the southwest rural areas in the 1990s, and the dialogues are in dialect style.
3. No CP, no golden fingers: just a group of children, growing up clumsily but seriously in the gap of the times.
4. Dedicated to: Those who miss the smell of earth, or want to understand the childhood of their parents.
Concept: Childhood is flowers
