The Wind on the Loess

This is not an inspirational article that flatters the people at the bottom, but a sharp scalpel that cuts through the truth about the class in contemporary China. Lin Jianguo was born in Huangtupo, Changzhi, Shanxi Province. He dropped out of high school, escaped from the prison of generations of scavengers with a torn schoolbag on his back, and plunged into the reinforced concrete of Taiyuan. He started as a brick-moving worker at the bottom of the construction site, endured scoldings, injustices, begged for wages, and endured severe cold. He gnawed on drawings under the dim light of the construction floor room, and studied the technician's certificate in the warm light of the canteen. With his hands full of calluses and his stubbornness, he forcibly dug out an upward path out of the quagmire of fate. He has no background, no education, and no shortcuts. Every step he takes is the blood and tears of the people at the bottom: the humiliation of being manipulated at will by the foreman, the loneliness of being ridiculed by his peers, the struggle of being trapped in the cold winter of the industry, and the suffocation of being bound by the label of origin. He is not a counterattack myth, but the epitome of the young people at the bottom who are never willing to accept their fate - they fight in the cracks between urban and rural areas, struggle in the torrent of the times, and use the simplest hard work to fight against the most cruel class solidification. The wind on the loess blows through the folds of the Taihang Mountains, through the neon lights of the city, and through the souls of every ordinary person who are unwilling to sink. This book tears away the warm filter of "ordinary and precious" and writes about the extreme hardships of the people at the bottom to break through: there is no luck of winning, only the courage to fight to the death; there are no nobles descended from the sky, only yourself as your own backer. Dedicated to all those who struggle in the mud but never bow their heads - you don't have to be born to be dazzling, but you must earn your own light with your own hands.