In 1983, Xiaoyu was born in a barren rural land. She is the youngest of four daughters in the family. My mother worked hard for the family all her life, but due to the burden of life and the helplessness of the times, she fell ill and eventually died at the age of less than 64. Her life is like a field eroded by time and wind and frost. Although it has gone through many vicissitudes of life, it has given birth to endless love and tenacity.
Xiaoyu's growth path is a long journey from the fields to the city. From the bitterness of witnessing parents struggling for life in childhood; from the ignorance of longing to get out of the mountains, to the confusion and struggle of facing a strange world after entering the city. Every footprint is engraved with the mark of the times, and also carries the hopes and dreams of the family. This is a story about growth, love, and perseverance.
