Wild Years

Rivers flow like spring, and life is very long, but also very short, so long that you can't sleep at night, and so short that it is fleeting. Ordinary people experience hardships in their lives. There are no vigorous legends, only endless fuel, rice, oil, salt, and joys and sorrows. The world is ups and downs, good and bad are unpredictable, and joy cannot be described. The pain can only be swallowed by oneself. Generation after generation of ordinary people, struggling to survive between the land and the years.