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The author writes about the northern countryside in the 1980s. The author's hometown at that time was undoubtedly poor. A family occasionally bakes garlic pancakes, and all the children in the alley are so greedy that they sneeze; and the long and harsh winter wind and snow can always make the children's feet, hands, faces, and ears swollen, chapped, and even pus. But describing the poverty and coldness of his hometown was not the author's original intention, it was just the background. The author's original intention was to find a thread to string together the affection between people in his hometown during that time like beads. Times are tough, but the simple beauty is always there, and it's nothing more than ordinary. The countryside is never simple and transparent. It is not, after all, a glass container filled with clear water.

"A woman's tears taste like this, astringent and salty. Why aren't they sweet?" "You madman, unreasonable..." "Ayan, every living being breaks free from the shackles of chaos and enters the world. It is a great blessing to gain consciousness, see gorgeous colors, hear the sounds of nature, and experience joys and sorrows. It is not easy to come to this world. If you keep crying like this, aren't you a waste of nature? Don't shed tears easily in the future. You know, you look very cute when you smile." "Those young girls in the world always say that birds need a nest to protect themselves from the wind and rain, and to have children in peace. Now there is a wonderful and rare nest in front of Ayan. Does Ayan really not want it?" "No, no, just leave your nest to the girl you want. I really want to leave, will you let me go?"