In 1982, in the northwest, the sun in Jinying Town was as fierce as red-hot iron in a blacksmith shop, hitting the human and heavenly caps. When the man from Lao Ma's family walked towards the mine carrying a pickaxe, his trouser legs were still stained with black ash from yesterday's sifting of cinders, and dark clouds formed on the sweat-damp cloth.
Intention: Glory of the Times
