In 2004, I arrived Yaan, a little city in Sichuan. What pressed me most was that almost all the houses were old and shabby. I was lost in my mind, not because the city, but my future. After several years of efforts, the city has had a great progress in the city construction, though it is still behind than other cities around.

Life is very strange. Before I went to the city, I nearly don’t know the city be. Ten years later, I find that my lot has been connected tightly with the little city. I love all about it except its bureaucracy.

I married here. I got my daughter here. If I left here one day, I shall yearn for it.