Repaying My Parents' Kindness

I am a young man born in the 1970s, from a remote, impoverished mountain village in Bazhong, Sichuan. My parents couldn't give me the best advantages or surroundings, but every day I watched them rise before dawn and toil until late at night, working themselves to the bone to earn money. The cracks in their hands were as deep as a grain of rice, and seeing them pierced my heart. I am proud of them. Under their care, I grew like a living shoot, growing stronger day by day. My life has proved the truth of the saying: only when you run a household do you know how precious salt and rice are; only when you raise children do you understand the debt of gratitude you owe your parents...