SEEING off her youngest daughter, Zhang Xiling, in her fifties and tired, leaned against a low, old and dilapidated house made of mud. The little hill village looked very quiet at dusk; the hilly road in the evening g...SEEING off her youngest daughter, Zhang Xiling, in her fifties and tired, leaned against a low, old and dilapidated house made of mud. The little hill village looked very quiet at dusk; the hilly road in the evening glow zigzaged further away. This common rural woman stared at the hilly road where she watched her dreams go as all her children went away one by one. In 1978, Nie Wenhai, her oldest son, was admitted to Harbin Col-展开更多
文摘SEEING off her youngest daughter, Zhang Xiling, in her fifties and tired, leaned against a low, old and dilapidated house made of mud. The little hill village looked very quiet at dusk; the hilly road in the evening glow zigzaged further away. This common rural woman stared at the hilly road where she watched her dreams go as all her children went away one by one. In 1978, Nie Wenhai, her oldest son, was admitted to Harbin Col-
