Traces in the Sea of ​​Dust

Introduction to the work "Traces in the Earthly World" His name is Lin Zhou. The day he crawled out of death row, he only had one life to live. Later, I met more people and carried more things in my arms: a wooden hairpin, a medicine book, two ponies, half a dart charm, a handkerchief, a bronze medal... Every thing is a person. Some people die on a snowy night, some live to be old; some go far away, some stay with their homeland; some let go after they love you, and some wait all the time. He lost count of how many people he met. I just remember that every time I say goodbye, there will be something more in my arms. He kept these things and touched them when he was tired. He knew that those people were still alive and well somewhere in the world. Many years later, he opened a medicine shop in Jiangnan. Occasionally someone would pass by and ask about his story. He remained silent and just opened the door of the medicine house to let the fragrance of medicine float out. The fragrance of the medicine contains the path he has traveled and the people he has met.