The loess can bury the stubble of seedlings, but cannot bury the roots of wild apricot trees. Chen Lijun and Li Yunxiao, the two seedlings that broke out from the cracks in the rocks, their roots had long been entangled in the dry land of Huangnigang. One was picking at the words on the book with his fingers, and the other was soaking the blood stains on his rag shirt with his tears. They shared corn tortillas with nosebleeds, and their sweat dripped into the soil and formed salt crusts. The train outside the mountain clanged in my dream, carrying the oath of half a piece of cake, and ran over more than thirty annual rings. The bitter roots take root deep, but the sour apricots will eventually turn sweet.
Intention: After all the hardships, happiness comes