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Life is like tea, sometimes bitter and sweet; life is like wine, sometimes awake and sometimes intoxicated. Walking on the road, picking up some experiences and recording some moments may also be a way of life.

Our generation was born when the ice cracked. When the morning light of the 1980s penetrated the morning fog of China, we were born at the junction of rurality and change. Our lullaby is the croaking of frogs on the edge of the fields and the roar of distant urban construction sites; our childhood was soaked in the fragrance of earth, and we could vaguely hear the imagination about another world coming from Teresa Teng's singing. This book records the life trajectory of a child from a mountain village in southwestern Sichuan for forty years. Those past events hidden under the thin ice of the "Stone Coffin" Village, those bitter and happy years engraved in collective memory, are not only a person's growth history, but also the spiritual map of a generation. Here you will see: How the mottled light and shadow on the old wall illuminate the eyes seeking knowledge; How the work in the fields builds strong bones and muscles; What kind of dreams and hesitations are contained in the bags carried on the road away from home; How a country visitor has grown up after sixteen years of military life. Our generation grew up in the afterglow of agricultural civilization, fought against the wave of industrialization, and finally drifted into the torrent of the digital age. Deep in our hearts, the symphony of two eras always echoes - this is our burden and our wealth. With these memory fragments salvaged from time, I would like to pay tribute to all those who traveled in the 1980s between tradition and modernity. I hope these words can help you see where you came from and remember why you set out amidst the chaos of the world.