Traveling in the Wind and Rain

Starting from the dusk in Chenjiagou in southern Anhui and settling in the morning light of Guangzhou City, Chen Zhiyuan spent half his life walking on a muddy and hot road of life. He was the eldest son among ten children. He grew up on the edge of a field. During his youth, he wrote a thick stack of leave notes: regular attacks of malaria nailed him to the hard bed in the dormitory. Perennial stomach pain made him curl up and dare not speak. Hungry was the norm, and even a mouthful of hot rice was considered a rare dignity. On the day he failed the college entrance examination, he didn't put in much effort - the family's food tank was at the bottom, and the responsibility of the eldest son had already crushed the idea of ​​repeating his studies into the dirt. After his father left, he took a few dozen dollars collected by his relatives and set foot on the mountain road in Chenjiagou for the first time, heading south on a green truck. He stayed up all night on the assembly line in a foreign land, ate cold steamed buns in a rented house, and fell countless times. However, he always held on to the creed of "working neatly and being a good person" passed down by his father, and gradually established a foothold in a strange city. This is not a fictional novel, but a literary path paved by the author Mu Yun Linfeng with half a lifetime of memory. There are no fancy narrative techniques, but the pain engraved in the bones, the hesitation at the intersection, and the gritted teeth are neatly placed between the lines like a father stacking firewood. Chen Zhiyuan is the epitome of countless people who have come out of the mountains, hiding all the hot assumptions of "doing it again". There are no shocking legends in the book, only the footprints of ordinary people moving forward step by step in the wind and rain. It is written for every life that grows out of the soil and for every traveler who refuses to bow to fate.