Wind and Stone

This is a realistic novel. Taking the protagonist's emotional experience as the main line, it tells the story of the step-by-step transformation process of a simple boy from the countryside who entered Beijing, a fast-paced metropolis. It is also interspersed with emotional stories of friends and strangers around the protagonist. Through delicate description techniques, the real life and psychological state of current college students are vividly expressed. The seemingly plain writing style outlines a thought-provoking social status quo, and you can't help but feel emotional for the experiences of the characters in the book. At the same time, readers will vaguely find their own shadow in it and think of their lost youth. Occasional wit and small humor make readers laugh, but after the laughter is over, bitter tears follow. The plot of the story was relatively gentle at first, then gradually began to have small waves, and then it swept over like a huge storm... Often true stories are the most touching. The characters in the book have distinctive personalities, including a big boy who works tirelessly for his dreams: "I was born at the wrong time. Learn to adapt to the times on the battlefield of life, not to stand proudly after bloody killings, but to fall down with a smile after being riddled with white holes." There is a charming young master: "It's the season of catkins flying again, and the streets and alleys are covered with black silk. A spring breeze blows across the face, stirring the hearts of thousands of young men." There is also a sharp sister who is carefree and outspoken: "If you didn't have a seamless egg, who would bite you! Now you are treating yourself as meat and potatoes." "If you were more reserved back then, you wouldn't get together with me!" "If you go out of the wall, go out of the wall. You still have to build a memorial arch. You have grown so shameless that you have reached the end of the world." There is also an innocent girl who is crazy about love but has been hurt repeatedly: "Do you remember the fields we went to? Do you remember the paths we walked together? Do you remember the dirty but cute sheep before sunset? The hairpins of hawthorn leaves, the stones with little figures painted on them, and you, no longer belong to me. Pretend that I have never owned it, never owned it? How is it possible?! It's too deep..." "Your eyes say to me that you don't love anymore. Rumors are no longer important, just like they were insignificant before, but it was because of love that your courage became unstoppable. But now, you just want to fly." There are also tear-jerking stories about the frustrated mandarin ducks: "I miss the days when we only had two yuan in our pockets and were debating whether to eat sesame seed cakes or buy steamed buns. We were very poor, but very happy." Walking on the noisy street, he looked here and there for a snack bar where he could spend this "huge sum of money". However, he walked back and forth through the streets with his belly singing in the cold wind, but he couldn't find a "treasure place" that made him excited. What came into view were waves of stronger disappointment and even despair. Are you sure you are not in the book?