In 1965, in Nanluoguxiang, Beijing, a programmer who died suddenly opened his eyes in a courtyard and became He Yuzhu in "Love in the Courtyard". In the early stage, the reason for the time travel was explained in the spatial dimension. In the later stage, it returned to the normal courtyard house. The autumn of 1969 was used as a slice of time to focus on the narrative of urban awakening in Beijing's courtyard house. Qin Huairu, a divorced female worker, unwraps and knits old yarn for the daughter of an educated youth in northern Shaanxi, triggering the cook He Yuzhu's disruptive plan to "weave warmth in the whole hospital" - he secretly exchanges food stamps for corduroy to mend her clothes, and uses scraps from the steel factory to develop a recipe for "coarse grains and fine craftsmanship". He transforms from a ridiculed "silly column" into a backbone that the neighborhood relies on. The daily life of the courtyard is intertwined with the cleverness of the third uncle in calculating the "line-saving formula" and the cunningness of the second uncle in using the bicycle handle to modify the "automatic pay-off device". However, the warmth of mutual assistance is condensed into the warmth of the deaf old lady teaching the "twist braid" weaving method. When the colorful threads fly into warm scarves, the silver thimbles mend not only the old sweaters, but also the warp and weft of human feelings that were torn apart and woven in the difficult years. He Yuzhu led everyone to exchange old wool for food stamps, rely on handwork to save an "emergency material storehouse", and even helped Qin Huairu see through the matchmaker's scam and weave counterattack warp and weft out of firewood, rice, oil and salt. The "breaking and reshaping" of wool and the "heat and light" of coal stoves are metaphors for the resilience of ordinary people in special times who awaken in difficult situations. The silver thimble is sublimated from a labor tool to a token of suturing people's hearts. Finally, in the season when the purple locust leaves fall, a poem of resilience in the alley is woven.
