One day in the twelfth lunar month, smoke suddenly rose from my ancestral grave.

First, one grave mound bulged outward.

Then the entire graveyard swelled up.

The wild grass on the graves also began to sprout.

Looking from afar, the hillside was filled with smoke, like freshly steamed green buns.

Hearing about graves emitting smoke is common, but seeing it is rare.

Not only did people from our village come to watch the spectacle, but also people from neighboring villages.

Some even heard sounds coming from under the graves.

Drums, gongs, suona horns, mixed with laughter.

The sound would sometimes be distant, sometimes close, sounding eerie.

Some people got frightened.

The elderly in the village said, "What do young people know? Our ancestors are happy."

The smoke lasted for a day and a night before dissipating.

Rumors spread in the village that something big would happen to the Jin family.

Three days later, I received my university acceptance letter.

It was in the year 1978.

I became the first batch of university students after the resumption of the college entrance examination.