A woman who had been crushed into dust by fate picked up her name in the cracks she passed through. She took Amao, who died young, to ignite a small fire in Chunxi Town, and soothed the troubled times with a bowl of clove wontons; from the stove to the hidden line, she saved her children, her comrades, and herself. After ten years of frost and snow, and ten years of spring breeze, she buried her bones under the lilac tree, but left the dawn to future generations.
