In 1976, Guilan defected from the countryside to marry her sister in the county town. She washed dishes and poured swill in the back kitchen of a restaurant. She tasted eating with her own hands for the first time and had a glimpse of a different life in the county town for the first time.
In 1977, she passed by a cotton spinning factory and saw workers wearing blue overalls and work hats going to and from get off work neatly to the sound of bells. At that moment, she swore in her heart: I will enter the factory and become a formal worker.
From the muddy country roads to the roaring factory workshops; from the desire for a bowl of hot rice to the obsession with a stable job. Guilan's life is the epitome of countless Chinese women struggling, persevering, and finding themselves in the tide of the times.
This is the life of an ordinary person, and it is also an old time that cannot be returned.
