Gentle Years: a Record of Half Life of Mingyuan

Cai Mingyuan was born in an old alley in a small southern town. From the summer night of 1965 to when he returned home in his later years, he saw the fragrance of bamboo on his grandmother's cattail leaf fan, listened to the songs beside his grandmother's pillow, received the hot tea silently delivered by his father, and watched his mother's needlework flow by the lamp. Times are passing by, and people's hearts are ups and downs in the fast pace, but the gentleness hidden in the broken pages of old books, old objects, and greetings from neighbors has never faded. They were a bowl of hot soup handed to him in trouble, a light left for him in the middle of the night, and the original intention that he always held in his hand when he was wandering around in the world of mortals. This is not a heroic epic, but a half-life record of an ordinary person - it describes the goodwill, perseverance and inheritance in the years. It also writes clearly: gentleness is never a weakness, but a strength engraved in the bones and blood of the Chinese people.