There is no river in tanheyu, there are only a few small winding ditches. Seven teams are on the hillside, there is a bright road, on both sides is a piece of simple cottage. There is no traffic, no high-rise buildings, the life here is comfortable. People who have nothing to do often chat and play chess in the Liu’s bazaar at the entrance of the Hutong. The children often go to the hills not far away to play, carefree. It was August, the sun was shining brightly, and the people who were baking at noon were about to spill oil. Most of the idle people fell asleep and took a nap, but the children were restless. On the back hillside, two five or six-year-old children are digging a hole in the earth. It seems that they can’t feel the hot sun.