I Hid in the Ravine and Watched as I Grew Smaller and Was Stabbed with Bayonets.

In the early winter of 1983, the haystacks in the ravine still retained the warmth of yesterday, but Erwazi was inside and saw with his own eyes that Brother Fa Xiaoqing was impaled by a shining white bayonet. That day, he covered his mouth tightly and swallowed his tears and hatred into his stomach. No one knows that this child hiding behind the haystack will spend his whole life nailing the memory that was torn by the bayonet into every corner that he tries to forget - because some evil will never disappear, and some pain must be remembered.