She was born on the kangtou of a farmhouse, and her childhood was filled with the firelight of the stove, the chase in the fields, and the wild fun of rolling in the wheat stacks. That happiness is as simple as a wild flower.
In the blink of an eye, she became a laborer in the family, and her youthfulness was hidden in the afternoons spent herding sheep and in the white clothes she washed. Dropping out of school early, she shared the weight with her young shoulders and entered the next chapter with sadness and expectation.
Marriage is the highlight and watershed of life. In the excitement and anxiety, she transformed from "daughter" to "wife" and "daughter-in-law", bidding farewell to the past with longing for the future.
After becoming a mother, she experienced happiness amidst hardships. The embrace all night long and the hard work on her back are her silent contributions. In middle age, she was a silent pillar, a "XX mother". In the hard work of serving her parents-in-law and raising children, she carved wrinkles with the years and carried the family on her shoulders.
In her later years, she would tell repeated stories to her grandchildren under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, returning to the land as peacefully as fallen leaves. Her wrinkled face records a life of hardship and satisfaction.
This is not a moment, but a period of time. Happiness lies in family affection and harvest, difficulties lie in labor and scarcity, sadness lies in the helplessness of parting, and happiness lies in simple warmth. She carried her life with her weak shoulders, inherited her roots, and wrote the most moving epic in the ordinary.
