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The summer of 1988 had abundant rain, and my youth blossomed like a swollen flower bone with a pop. It's just that this bloom is a bit lonely, more like a curtain call in a deserted place - how should I put it? Well, I failed the college entrance examination. I was depressed and thought this was a desperate attack by fate. At that time, some soft hairs had just appeared on my lips, and I had not experienced love or death, so I regarded failure as a more terrifying thing than falling into the water. I had always had high aspirations before, trying to leave this small town and enter the ideal life in my mind. Now this dream has failed, falling from a height and being shattered into pieces. My family members didn't feel particularly uncomfortable about this. My father, Ding Shanshui, said, "It's such a big deal. I just have to take over the job."

Small fortunes, those small and certain happiness, leave a vivid mark on life in this way. This book tells some short stories between the author and his son Hanghang. The content is interesting and full of mothers' love for their children and thoughts on education.

As a light and free style of writing, prose often reflects the complex background and profound connotation of life through accidental and fragmentary events, making "the world can be seen in a grain of sand, and human feelings can be described in half a flower." The prose collected in this book is full of literary beauty, and it is full of brilliance to read and eloquent. Every article shows us a rich world, which penetrates our lives like sunshine and water and nourishes our growth: every word is precious, giving people the beauty of language: it is broad and profound, giving people the beauty of thought: touching the heart, giving people the beauty of emotion: the intention is timeless, giving people the beauty of artistic conception...