Time flies like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, it's suddenly April 1968. The most beautiful days are in April, and no one can resist the allure of spring.
——Warm spring blossoms, lush grass and trees, fragrant grass everywhere, so beautiful.
But this year, no one has the time to appreciate it. The April spring breeze is very cool, and the sky is filled with willow and poplar catkins carried by the wind, swaying and falling on pedestrians, walls, and street ends.
It's enough to make one annoyed.
In the office, Jin Lijuan frowned and took a sip of tea from her enamel mug. She was worried; due to a moment of carelessness, the Revolutionary Committee issued a notice emphasizing the mobilization of "three-year" graduates to go up to the mountains and down to the countryside.
And her second daughter just got her graduation certificate. She saw that the real end of junior high school was still months away and thought there was no rush.
