Memories of forest workers
Who are you? Forest workers. Where is your hometown? My relatives called me a mountain person, and a mountain person called us a passerby.
Mori Gong brought roads, cars, movies, books, ...... Axes and saws were also brought. The murky Gujin River sends driftwood and years, and trucks full of logs kick up billowing red dust at Monkey Rock.
The deep Sternhole is engraved with heartbroken love stories, and the croissants in the mountains are full of youthful desire.
The sister chapter of "Forest Worker Memory" "Driftwood" has been published (a key work supported by the Sichuan Writers Association), purchase link: https://item.jd.com/10022094505650.html
