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This anthology collects Wu Wenjun's outstanding poetry, prose, photography and calligraphy works created over more than a year, as well as essays and interviews. The book is divided into five parts, four parts on nostalgia, hometown accent, hometown rhyme, and nostalgia, plus a reporter interview. The chapters closely follow the theme, are interlocking, and are full of fun. They include everything the author has heard, seen, thought, felt, gained and lost over the past year or so. Some are graceful and graceful, some quote from other sources, or some are magnificent, which shows that he uses his heart, brain, and energy!

"On the Road to St. Peter" consists of nine short stories, all set in Shanghai, Suzhou and Hangzhou, telling the emotional lives of women living there from the 1980s to the present. "On the Road to St. Peter" is about a girl who is entangled in the shadow of her childhood and emotional shadows and tries to break through the obstacles of the shadow by looking back on the past; "Like a Passing Cloud" is about a middle-aged intellectual woman who is trapped in an abnormal emotional relationship and struggles between ethics and emotion; "White Peach" is about a woman who broke up with her fiancé due to a car accident and suffered the pain of loss, but still maintains her self-esteem and kindness... The whole book is soft and tough, as if it carries the light of the world.

I remember my mother's words when I went out in the morning: "Come back early at noon and help me set up the table. I can't move it alone." Lin Lin was absent-minded all morning. She only came here to work last year. My mother first complained that it was not formal, that there was little money, and that she had not paid enough attention to her studies in the past. However, at least she was given a table here. The tabletop was very new, but there was a deep cut on the corner. A table is like a person's face. When it has scars, it becomes disfigured. She wanted to change one, but she felt that it was not so good to be picky since she had just arrived. She still cherishes this table. It was the end of the year not long after she arrived, and the person who distributed the desk calendar also gave her a copy. Later, staplers, pen holders, stamp pads, numbering machines, and aquatic plants were added one after another. What should be needed for a desk is gradually being acquired.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

It was the autumn of 1977 when Zifang joined the medical team organized by the Second Hospital and came to Songkuo Town. By September of the following year, it had already been a year. When they arrived in Songkor, the Songkor People's Hospital had just built a new inpatient department and dormitories, which were clean and spacious. Therefore, the living conditions of this batch were much better than those of the previous batches. It's just that as time goes by, I want to go home. Zifang was on duty the night of the accident. After eating and taking a shower, she went to the ward. At that time, they all loved to study, and the books they read became thicker and thicker. Zifang was also reading a large medical book at that time. By 8:30, they had been sitting for two hours. There was no wind in the room, and when Zifang went to the corridor, there was no wind either. Outside the window was the hillside in the dusk. In the open space where the hospital connected to the hillside, a row of jagged dark gray dots were members of the medical team.

"He Bei, He Bei. Ah, He Bei, where are you? He Bei?" He called me again, and his voice sounded like it came from the ground, very far away. Did I hear it wrong? Or is he unable to find me, unable to get out of Qingfengling Ridge, and trapped by the snake tree? I shouted: "Okay, Xiaohai, wait for me, I'm coming." I looked in the direction of the sound. He must be regretting it to death now. Why did he go back to Qingfengling? I said that there is a large snake tree surrounding Qingfengling. If you get stuck in it, you will never come out. He didn't believe it and asked me, "How did you get through it?" "Yeah, I just got through it when I wanted to." He stared into my eyes.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

There was nothing unusual about the night Chen Zhiyuan died. Lan Ling returned home at 11:30. He even went out once. He didn't wear glasses and his face looked tired. He has had the same complexion for more than a year, yellow with blue, and a little swollen under his eyes. He had just finished a large oil painting. On the day he finished it, he said that he had not painted anything recently. He would clean up the studio first and then take her to Japan. However, he started painting again within two days. Lan Ling didn't talk about him either. Chen Zhiyuan went to the bathroom. Lan Ling heard him flush the toilet, wash his hands, come out, and tell her that he didn't feel good today. She said, if it's not good, go to bed early. He stared at the wall in confusion for a while - no matter how he thought about it later, Lan Ling didn't realize there was anything wrong with that period of confusion. It was not good. Was he a bad person? Or am I not very good at painting? After being stunned for twenty or thirty seconds, I saw that she had messed up her hair and was only wearing a petticoat. Knowing that she wanted to take a bath, he nodded and said, go to bed now. Oh, good.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

Wu Wenjun, female, is from Haining, Zhejiang. She is a member of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a student of the first postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai, and a student of the 17th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of the Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Her works have been published in many literary journals such as Beijing Literature, Everyone, Harvest, Shanghai Literature, Chinese Writers, Zhongshan, and Mountain Flowers.

In this brief moment, Mi Li saw his hand hesitate for a moment, going against its original intention and not falling, like a son hugging his dear mother. She looked at a blank space that suddenly emerged between that hand and that thin, soft and aging back, abruptly separating them. For this, the old milk fan is quite ashamed. It would be another three or four years before he had a chance to make amends. Mi Li's father had passed away for a month at that time. They went to the cemetery and buried the ashes according to the old custom, and then the bricklayers began to seal the stone slabs. They stood next to each other and shed tears, forgetting the things that had happened that made them feel hurt and sad at the time.