"There are four eras in our life, Li Wenshan. They are the Bronze Age, the Silver Age, the Golden Age and the Scrap Iron Age. This is what my former sculpture class teacher told me." The handsome Li Wenshan listened to her art teacher Liu Mingzhe's meaningful words while painting. "Cherish the golden years of your life."
The Silver Age is over, and the Golden Age has arrived.
The so-called wilderness was just a large piece of wasteland on the east side of the urban village at that time. The loess built up the wasteland high, where white grass rolled wildly and thorns staggered. But no one knows, almost no one knows that here, the assorted flowers and weeds, together with the long clouds rolling in the sky, run barefoot and sing to their heart's content; the hot raindrops hug the bones of the earth with its full enthusiasm, rattling and making the whole body soft; the vine branches all over the mountains and plains whisper softly in the violent wind and rain, and the light and translucent cicada wings are clearly visible in the sun. When the black chimneys outside the loess spit out billowing white smoke, when the coal train passes by and emits bursts of mournful cries, a few bright and crisp cicada chirps appear from time to time on the scarred tree trunks.
A lot of things happened in the wilderness of the Silver Age. The story of the Silver Wilderness begins here.
Purpose: commemorate youth