I have no parents since I was a child
It was my brother who pulled me up
when i was seven years old
He went to the goddess at the east end of the village and asked for my name.
Take his last name
When I was thirteen years old, he sent me to junior high school.
Ride and ride, ride to the outside of the hillside
When I was sixteen, he sent me to high school
Take a car, take a car, take a ride to the county town
When I was nineteen, he sent me to college
He said he would send me there even if he was trying to sell iron.
Leaving the village, I felt that I could still walk a long way without low-hanging clouds blocking my way and no other villages to guide my direction. ——"Keep walking facing the north wind"
A self-narration, a book of memories
Concept: Colorful under the black soil