The winter in Wuyi Village was really cold that year. My grandma did not survive that cold winter and closed her eyes in the not-so-sturdy hut. At the age of fourteen, her grandma who was always nagging her was gone, and her home where a light was always on at night was gone.
After she buried her grandma on the highest mountain, she walked out of the village holding a skinny puppy, the little yellow dog that her grandma had picked up before she died, under the puzzled eyes of her friends.
Later, Suiwan buried the little yellow dog on the highest mountain nearby, just like grandma and grandma Huisheng. Whenever I miss him, I look up high and the tears will not fall.
One year and one night, peace every year
My dear, stay safe every year
God's perspective
Intention: Making a choice in adversity