The Year the Mango Blossoms Fell

Uncle Liu has never been divorced from the word "hardship" in his life. He raised a lot of children, his daughters were married to each other, and his stupid son knelt down and died behind the door at the age of forty, living like a weed in the field.

The mango flowers are blooming again. I want to hide now, but I'm afraid I won't be able to hide.