People are like grass and trees, withered and prosperous in a lifetime; joys and sorrows in a lifetime. Just like the bright moon in the sky waxes and wanes, there seems to be a magical power controlling everything.

Night once again filled the devastated land as expected, using its black claws to tear apart the little hope that was left in the world.

Under the dim street lights, an old man was limping and struggling to move his frail body.

He straightened up hard and could no longer bend his waist.

Looking at the door of my house not far away, it is like a natural chasm blocking the middle of the road, seeming so far away and out of reach.

The hazy moonlight lengthened his thin figure, as deep as the wrinkles of the chasm; it was engraved with the vicissitudes of his life.

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

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

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

Although fate crushed his spine and crushed his waist, it could not erase his hope.

He continued to move, limping with difficulty.

When he reached the door of his home with great effort, tears filled his eyes.

At this time, he raised his head with difficulty, looked up at the bright moon over there, and recalled his troubled life...

The moon tore through the darkness like a sharp blade. When it first climbed over the willow branches, the bright light dispersed the darkness, allowing Haoran to remain in the world.

Just like a newborn baby learning to walk, the clear eyes, although slightly confused, reveal firm belief and persistence for the future. People can't help but have unlimited hope.

Time goes back to the winter of 1975. The biting cold wind penetrated people's hearts like needles. It did not hinder people's expectations and joy for the New Year at all. The New Year is only a few days away. On this beautiful day

Here, the playful snowflakes couldn't bear the loneliness and dressed up the small village in silver. Amid anxious waiting and expectation, as well as the crackling of 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 and the transformation of life begin from this moment. Destiny is like an invisible net that binds everything, and the empty and confused eyes tell

The powerlessness of life. The happiness of childhood comes from the ignorance of life. Carefree and enjoying the love of parents and the company of family members, but life will not stop here. The good times will eventually pass. Growth is the starting point of life.

, when you are moving forward hard in the mud, countless people step on your shoulders to achieve success, but you are buried in the dust and smell of filth. Do you still have hope in your heart, and is there still a tomorrow to rely on?

Now it’s time to talk about our protagonist. Ji Qiang, the eldest son of the family and the eldest grandson of the clan.

It can be said that his arrival has brought infinite happiness and glory to this family, and his fat and silly appearance is really endearing.

She loves to cry, and she cries all night long. She has enough milk and eats well every day. Her chubby little hands are holding her mother's hair while she is sucking milk with her little mouth pouted. The warm scene is comforting.

But she started crying at night. As a first-time mother and inexperienced, her mother seemed particularly flustered. She couldn't coax him down. My father said anxiously, "Is he hungry? Please feed him milk quickly."

The mother responded and hurriedly put the nipple into his mouth. He tilted his head and refused to eat. He continued to cry. What should I do? What should I do? The mother was helpless and nagging to her husband.
Chapter completed!