A hot-tempered nurse and a cool, aloof teacher. A story about two girls and their friendship, ideals, and hard work.
You are a soma flower blooming atop the Daliang Mountains.
I am a wild azalea growing in the valleys of Mount Wawu.
We met beneath the moon,
got to know each other by the fire,
and walked side by side.
We fought the battle against extreme poverty,
and wept by the Jinsha River.
Our three years were the comrades' sixteen years, and the predecessors' sixty years. They are years worth remembering for a lifetime.
The third book in the Legends of the Family series.
Book one: Wild Grass in the Southwest, the legends of our ancestors from the Republican Era to the founding of New China.
Book two: A Fallen Prodigy Meets a Village Phoenix, the legends of our parents during reform and opening up and the building of new rural communities.
Book three: Soma Flowers and Wild Azaleas, the legend of Sichuan's campaign to eradicate poverty.
The first generation of soma flowers and wild azaleas appear in the first book, Wild Grass in the Southwest [Republican Era].
The second book, When a Fallen Prodigy Meets a Village Phoenix [Period], features a storyline set in Liangshan.
This is the story of the third generation of Zhou family girls, a legend of ordinary people in a new era!
This story draws on the author's colleagues and is based on the experiences of more than 5,700 assistance workers who went to the Daliang Mountains as part of Sichuan's campaign to eradicate poverty.
The literary work contains some fictional adaptations. It respects local ethnic customs and beliefs, as well as the hard work and sacrifices of the assistance workers.
= = I wonder how little interest a no-romance story with two female leads like this will get. I'll start writing when it reaches 200 bookmarks~
(Or maybe one day I'll get fired up, write the whole thing, and finish it before posting, QAQ. I really love this story!)
(Blurb screenshot from 2024.10.21. Start date undecided.)
Theme: Flowers bloom in the Daliang Mountains. The passion never fades, and ideals endure.