"Rebirth at Seventy: Green Mountains and Green Waters for This Life"
In Hongqi Commune in the 1970s, the wind on the field ridge carried the fragrance of wheat, and also carried the pain of Lin Xiuwan's previous life. When she was thirty-five years old, she bumped into the door frame in order to grab a morsel of life-saving food. When she closed her eyes, she was filled with resentment for her whole life - she was forced to marry by her parents, suffered domestic violence from her husband, and lived like a trampled weed due to the meanness of her mother-in-law.
When he opened his eyes again, it turned out to be the third day of the wedding, and Wang Erzhu's fist was raised in the air. This time, Lin Xiuwan tightened her grip on the scissors beside the kang, her eyes brimming with ice: "This day is too late!"
After getting divorced and returning to the village, she was driven to the abandoned melon shed by her brother and sister-in-law, but there she found the confidence to be reborn. Weaving baskets in exchange for money and collecting mountain products for subsidies, she used the memories of her previous life to earn a living for herself during collective labor breaks.
While collecting firewood in the back mountain, she bumped into Zhao Tiezhu. This taciturn man was squatting on the ground, using his rough fingers to wrap twine around a hare with a broken leg, as clumsily as a child. She handed over the styptic grass, and he stuffed it with hot potatoes. There was an indescribable warmth hidden in the burnt aroma.
He is the best laborer in the team, he is good at wielding a hoe and driving cattle carts, but he has never married in his thirties because of his reticence; she is a "second marriage" who has been criticized by others, but she has stood upright despite the rumors. He quietly cut the strongest thorns for her, and she silently sewed knee pads for him to keep out the cold.
Under the oil lamp in the adobe house, in the numbers in the work score book, two people who had been hardened by life, among the green mountains and green waters, slowly saw the light in each other's eyes clearly. When the spring breeze of reform and opening up blew through the fields, they held hands and turned the bitter days into sweet ones in the wave of the times, letting the green mountains witness
