Her name is Narcissus. The name was given by my grandfather, saying that daffodils are easy to grow and can survive if given some water. She really looks like a narcissus. Give it some water and you'll survive. It will bloom with some sunshine. This biography of her mother, written from her daughter's perspective, tells the story of the ups and downs of an ordinary Chinese rural woman, Narcissus. The story begins in the autumn of 1963. Narcissus was only twelve days old when her mother went out to collect clothes during her confinement period. She caught a cold and developed a high fever, and unfortunately died. From then on, this motherless child grew up with his grandfather, mother-in-law and three brothers. At the age of five or six, he started washing and cooking, feeding chickens and ducks, talking to the chickens and ducks alone, and spent his childhood in loneliness. When he was sixteen years old, Narcissus went to the county town to work without telling his family. My uncle had been looking for her for a whole week. When he found her in the restaurant, he took out five dollars from his pocket and gave it to her, saying, "If it's not enough, tell me." That was the first time in her life that she cried. At the age of nineteen, Narcissus and my father met and decided to get married after being introduced to each other. She had no mother since she was a child, and longed to have a family of her own, thinking that she would live a lively life if she got married. She didn't know what kind of fate awaited her.
