Tushan New Grave

After reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude", I was very touched. When I returned to the small village where I lived, it was just like the village in One Hundred Years of Solitude. From the beginning of the village building, to the coming and going of people, to now everything has withered... The love and hatred in the process have turned into raised graves on the back mountain. So, I wanted to write something, for our village, and for your village...