Super Group Favorite Four and a Half Years Old, My Tough Dads

In the cold winter of the early 1990s, heavy snow sealed the small ravines in the north. In an abandoned cowshed with a biting cold wind, a four-year-old girl huddled on the worn straw. She was thin and frail, but she persisted silently in the difficult days, using the purest resilience of a child to fight against the coldness of life. In the long years to come, she always had a warm heart, lived seriously, walked out of her own bright life step by step, and wrote tenderness and strength in the ordinary.