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There is no grand industry hymn in this novel, only the breathing and pain of countless "him": it is the helplessness of having a home and not being able to return, the confusion when facing family events, and the sourness in the eyes when receiving a breakup letter. But it is these emotions covered with soil that make the image of "civilian people" particularly clear in the torrent of the times - they once thought that they were the fulcrum that moved the earth, but under the lever of reality, they slowly learned to be a stone that blocks the wheel of the times. Even if they are covered with bruises, they still have to leave a glimmer of light in the cracks for those who come after them.