The midsummer sun is baking the earth blazingly. Qingping Village, located in the southern mountains, is surrounded by lush rice fields and rolling mountains. In a dilapidated adobe house at the east end of the village, seventeen-year-old Lin Xiaomei was sitting in the dim room, mending a piece of coarse cloth clothes that had turned white after washing in front of a bean-like oil lamp.
Lin Xiaomei's parents died when she was young, and she lived with her elderly grandmother. The hard life has not dulled the light in her eyes...
