People are like grass and trees, the withering glory of a lifetime, the joys and sorrows of a lifetime. Just as the bright moon in the sky is cloudy and sunny, there seems to be a magical power in the dark that controls everything.

The night filled the devastated land as scheduled, and with its black claws, it tore apart the little hope that remained in the world.

Under the dim streetlights. An old man was limping and struggling to move his frail body.

He stiffened his body, and his waist was already bent and could no longer bend.

Looking at the door not far away, it was like a moat blocking the middle of the road, and it seemed so far away and unattainable.

The hazy moonlight elongated his thin figure, wrinkles as deep as a chasm; Engraved with the vicissitudes of his life.

But in those cloudy eyes, there was a hint of determination.

Home was his only hope, even though it was so dilapidated.

But there is his youth, his hope, and his lifelong attachment......

Although fate crushed his backbone and crushed his waist, it could not extinguish his hope.

He continued to move his pace, limping with difficulty.

When he tried to reach the door of his home, his eyes filled with tears.

At this time, he raised his head with great effort, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and recalled his bumpy life......

The moon tore through the black curtain like a sharp blade. At the beginning of the willow tops, a little bit of clear light dispelled the gloom, so that Haoran existed in the world.

Like a newborn baby, although the clear eyes are slightly ignorant, they reveal a firm belief and persistence in the future. It makes people involuntarily generate infinite hope.

Time rewinds to the winter of 1975, and the biting cold wind penetrates people's hearts like needles.

It can't hinder people's anticipation and joy for the New Year.

The Chinese New Year is just a few days away, and on this beautiful day, the playful snowflakes can't stand the loneliness and decorate this small village with a silvery white.

In anxious waiting and anticipation, as well as the sound of crackling firecrackers, our little protagonist came to the world. ’

The arrival of a child is a beautiful and memorable day for every family.

The beauty of childhood, the transformation of life, begins from this moment. Fate is like an invisible net that binds everything, and the empty and confused eyes tell the powerlessness of life.

The joy of childhood stems from the ignorance of life, 'carefree and enjoying the pampering of parents and the company of family, but life does not stop there, and the good times will eventually pass.

Growth is the starting point of life, when you go all the way muddy and difficult, countless people step on your shoulders to succeed, and you are buried in the dust,

Filthy and foul. Do you still have hope in your heart, and whether there is still tomorrow to rely on?

Now it's time to talk about our hero. Ji Qiang, the eldest son in the family, is the eldest grandson in the clan.

It can be said that his arrival has brought infinite happiness and glory to this family, and his chubby and simple appearance is really lovely.

It's love to cry, crying all night long, my mother has enough milk and eats full every day, and my chubby little hands are grabbing my mother's hair while pouting and breastfeeding, and the warm scene is comforting.

But at night, I started crying, and my mother was inexperienced as a new mother, so she was particularly flustered. I can't coax it. Dad said anxiously; He's hungry, feed him.

Mom answered, and hurriedly stuffed the fat nipples into his mouth. He turned his head away and didn't eat at all. Keep crying. What can I do, what can I do, what can I do, and my mother is helpless to talk to her husband.