She couldn't remember the year she was born. She only remembered that her mother said that a big event happened when she was born, and then the dynasty changed. She said that the new dynasty was very good and she no longer had to bind her feet like her mother. I told her it was 1911. She didn't remember which month or day it was, she only remembered the first time he celebrated her birthday. At that time, the branches were full of golden osmanthus. She wore two braids and giggled in the fragrance of osmanthus all over the city. This year the branches were full of golden osmanthus again. She said, I am going to find him. My great-grandmother passed away peacefully, and all traces of her in this world will eventually disappear little by little. And her story, I want to tell you.
