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Liu Shaotang is my eldest brother. We are twelve years apart, a full ten years apart. At the beginning of the birth of New China, on sunny days, Big Brother was like a flower full of earthy fragrance and crystal dewdrops blooming in the literary world of the 1950s by the canal village and the fence roadside. At the age of thirteen, he began to publish unique novels in newspapers and periodicals. With his fresh "Hawthorn Village Song", he cheerfully and enthusiastically eulogized the ever-changing, prosperous and in-swing socialist construction of the young Republic, thus revealing his sharp literary talents. As a result, his reputation skyrocketed, and his eldest brother was hailed as a "prodigy" or "genius" by people with good intentions or bad intentions, praise or derogation, and became famous all over the country. At that time, I was in an ignorant childhood, and I had no memory of my elder brother's "big success", let alone the benefits of "one person can achieve enlightenment, a chicken or a dog can ascend to heaven".