In the autumn of 1977, 70-year-old Lin Su died alone in a nursing home. Before her death, she still regretted not being able to save her mother who committed suicide after being wrongly accused, and not being able to keep her sister who was forced away by her father. When she was dying, she clutched the old corn leaf handicraft left by her mother, and was unexpectedly reborn back to the day before her mother committed suicide - that cold morning. Her father's roar, her mother's suppressed sobs, and the burnt smell of sweet potato porridge were all so clear that she shuddered.
This time, Lin Su was no longer the silent and timid girl in her previous life. She rushed to the kitchen, hugged her mother, and said loudly, "I believe in you." She found evidence proving her mother's innocence overnight, breaking the fate of death. Looking at her mother's eyes with renewed hope and her sisters' timid dependence, Lin Su secretly made up her mind: not only to protect her family, but also to lead them out of their predicament.
She proposed to make money by weaving corn leaves by hand, abandoning the impetuousness of "making quick money" in her previous life, and accompanied her mother to knit stitch by stitch. Watching her mother's tearful smile as she counted the first pot of gold, she understood that rebirth was not for getting rich, but for the light in the eyes of her family. In the days when she was preparing for the college entrance examination, she no longer solved the questions alone, but used "lever poles" and "manual solving of word problems" to help her sister with homework. Even her father, who had always been irritable, secretly sent calculation papers, and the cold home gradually became warmer.
From clearing her mother's grievances, to leading her neighbors to do handicrafts, to accompanying her three sisters to prepare for the college entrance examination and fill out their application forms, Lin Su made up for her past regrets bit by bit. When all three daughters received their admission notices and the family stood at the station to say goodbye, Lin Su looked at her father's red eyes and the brown sugar her mother had given her, and finally understood: the most precious thing about rebirth is not
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The story slowly cooks the true flavor of life, allowing readers to see in the smoke: It turns out that the best rebirth is to live ordinary days into poetry.
The story slowly cooks the true flavor of life, allowing readers to see in the smoke: It turns out that the best rebirth is to live ordinary days into poetry.