Little Red Book

Author: Chun Shu
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Publish Date: 2007-01-01
Features: At that time, I was about eight or nine years old. I was sitting in a car, and as the car moved, I looked out the window at the golden rapeseed flowers. They were the rapeseed flowers in the village's vegetable field. Suddenly, I felt a sense of homesickness, and my tears swirled in my eyes, but I realized that this emotion was fake. I always did this—quickly detaching myself when moved. It was as if I became someone else observing myself. So, I didn't let my tears fall and pretended to be indifferent. At that time, I might have realized that indifference was very modern and cool. But my heart was still filled with melancholy.