The Flower Blooming in the Mud

I once thought that as long as I work hard, be kind, and don't bow to fate, I can walk out of that salt-alkali land and get rid of the marks engraved on my bones. But later I realized that there are some things that you can't just get rid of if you want to. It is like your shadow. No matter how fast you run, it will follow you closely and slap you hard when you least expect it. But I don't believe in fate either. Because I have seen flowers blooming in the mud, fires igniting in the darkness, and people who have been stepped on by fate, gritting their teeth and pulling themselves out of the mud inch by inch. Among those people, there is my mother, my father, and myself. This book tells such a story. A child born in an ordinary village in W Town, C City, B County, H Province, began to rise from the mud in the autumn of 1995, looking for light in the darkness, and under the crushing fate of fate, step by step, he made his own way.