Lu Xiaoya

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. After the New Year's Eve dinner at the food stalls closes, Ah Xu rushed to the high-speed railway station and caught the last train to go back home for the New Year. I happened to run into Ruofei, who had returned home with me during the Spring Festival travel rush ten years ago. The two of them were moved to share their personal experiences of the tremendous changes during the Spring Festival travel rush over the past ten years and talked about the stories that happened when we were stuck on the way back home due to the icy rain in the south back then. Trapped on the road by sudden ice and snow