Zhang Lingling in the 1950s was like a weed growing against the wind, stubbornly taking root in the tide of the times. The torrent of sports enveloped her youth, and she devoted herself to it without hesitation; the loess in the countryside could not bury her ideals, so she sown hope in the barren land. The prosperity after returning to the city and the hardship of being laid off did not erase the light in her eyes, but instead allowed her to take vigorous steps on the thorny road of entrepreneurship.
Parents never understand why this stubborn daughter always runs counter to stability. Every choice that breaks the rules is like a sharp blade, cutting through the tender veil of family affection; her persistence in love like a moth flying into a flame makes her break with her loved ones. But Zhang Lingling always firmly believes that dreams may not come true, but if you miss the opportunity to try, you will definitely plant a lifelong regret in your heart. Wind and rain had eroded her face, and ups and downs had worn away her feet, but she never turned the suffering into complaints. Instead, she held the palms of her fate in her hands and forcibly carved out an extraordinary path that belonged only to herself. How did she write those stories hidden in the folds of the times?
Reader comments
Witness without any embellishment, unpretentious, easy to understand, and genuine reflects the true face of the 1950s.
The writing is smooth and the content is rich, truly reflecting the hardships of women in the 1950s.
Witness without any embellishment, unpretentious, easy to understand, and genuine reflects the true face of the 1950s.
The writing is smooth and the content is rich, truly reflecting the hardships of women in the 1950s.