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On the weekend, the autumn rain was pouring, and the thick autumn enveloped the entire sky, forest and indoors. I sat lazily on the deck chair, feeling the breath of autumn in the haze. The sound of pattering rain, unknown birds chirping, and occasionally a few dog barks brought me into a hazy and sleepy state. This was in a bedroom on the ground floor of a building in a residential area in Shanghai. It was around nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. I was lying lazily, surrounded by a sense of happiness, and in the haze, I seemed to have returned to that distant mountain village. More than 80 years ago, my grandfather was strong and powerful, and my father was still a child. He had just started to walk into the private school with a blue cotton bag under his arm. He read with his childish voice "At the beginning of the human being, nature is good". My father's The uncle had just married his young daughter-in-law into the family, and the young couple still lived with his grandfather's family. However, his father's aunt married to the Hu family five miles away at the foot of Huyuan Mountain, and she and the Hu family's only son shouldered the important task of breeding descendants. The laziness of eighty years ago should have belonged to grandpa, but grandpa did not have the habit of laziness, nor the conditions for laziness. The whole family's livelihood depended on him. However, the peaceful village was unique to their generation. Although it was short-lived, it did exist.