In the 1960s and 1970s, supplies were scarce and life was hard. The young “father” and his siblings crowded into a low earthen house, with hunger and cold leaving the deepest marks on their memories. Yet no matter how difficult life became, Grandma was always smiling, like a warm ray of light illuminating their storm-battered home.
With her rough but nimble hands, she turned wild greens into tasty meals and scraps of old cloth into clothes for the children. Through her optimism and resilience, she taught them how to sow hope in barren soil. She often said, “No matter how hard life gets, just smile and you’ll get through it. Heaven won’t keep people hungry forever.”
As the years passed, the children gradually grew up, and life slowly improved. But Grandma’s back grew bent, her hair turned white, and her once-brisk steps became a shuffle. She still loved to smile, though the years had left their mark on her expression. The family she had once sheltered beneath her wings had now grown and flourished, becoming the sight she was proudest of.
It's a plain story, that era was really poor, and it is indeed so true.
The real life of our parents is reproduced. In that era of scarcity of materials, we can feel the faith and hardship of our parents.