Mountains as Evidence

Wang Xianmin graduated from Tsinghua University and stepped into the cliffs and deep valleys of Yueliangzhai, Guizhou. There is an abyss beneath your feet, and there is an unreachable bridge above your head. Yang Xiaoting, a Miao girl, teaches children to read poetry under a kerosene lamp. She gave up the provincial capital establishment just because the whole village helped her collect travel expenses. During the three years of staying on the village road, the cherries turned red and rotten, the prickly pears turned from wild fruits into puree, and the phoenix of the silversmith Zhang Bo flew into the Paris Museum. The tricycle overturned on the mountain road, and the child's hand was broken and he was still asking, "Can I still go to school?" The couple had been living apart for eight years, and the youngest son called them "auntie." The cold chain vote was 11 to 4, and the cherry harvest was 50,000 yuan in debt. Some people can't wait for the bridge to be opened, and some are so skilled that no one will recognize them until they die. But that night when the bridge closed, Miao songs resounded through the canyon, and three children were admitted to Peking University at the same time. Uncle Zhang stood on the stage and said "three grams of oil", and Guangcan used his incomplete hand to create butterfly patterns. The kerosene lamp is always on, illuminating the figure running on the ladder and everyone who believes that "the sky will definitely light up". This is not a personal myth. This is a tough battle between a group of people and their destiny, witnessed by the mountains.