Liao Luntao 
Fleeting Echo 

Reading this book, we can recover a period of hard time in our life, even a smoke like past from life, which seems ordinary, is condensing with the flesh and breath of life, the flowers that used to bloom and fall, the tears, the smiles, the sorrows – all have a nostalgic feeling, like the mist in the desert, reaching to the heart of the brow, lasting for a long time.