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Oh, my grass, my life, my burning blood runs wildly in the body of your soul and will never stop throughout your life. Now I really believe that there is a fate. One to five years ago, in such an accidental situation, our eyes met, just like two stars in the sky suddenly met, creating bright sparks. Will they scorch all the winter leaves and large tracts of dry grass left in the fields? Heaven will prove our suffering love. There is also the snow, the ice water, and the small garden that becomes extremely desolate in winter. In the garden is our small house covered with straw. Whenever late night comes, the surrounding fields are so quiet, with only dogs barking in the distance and a bunch of bright straw sleeping peacefully in the snow.

This book is a short story about haystacks.

A book of hometown for every wanderer, a memory of hometown that no generation can forget! May the mountains and rivers in your heart be vast, and across the wall of time, may you carry that hometown that will never disappear. The Jury Award of the 3rd Feng Zikai Prose Award; the 3rd and 4th China Iron Man Literature Award; the new work of the winner of the 5th Bing Xin Prose Award.