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The record is that from 1924 to 1978, during the fifty-four years, Gaga came from a leaky adobe house in the eastern Sichuan River bend. Warlords' soldiers and horses came and went. Her parents died in the plague. She took her younger siblings to beg on the streets. At the age of eleven, she sold herself into a landlord's compound as a child bride. Fourteen years of endless hard labor and insults in the high wall have tempered her lifelong temperament of silence. The land reform confiscated her family property, and the Cultural Revolution crushed her clan. Caught between class pressure and material scarcity, she gave birth to five children one after another. In 1970, her husband died suddenly after being electrocuted while rescuing someone. She became a widowed mother. Then her family was robbed, leaving her destitute and without anyone to help her. She gritted her teeth and used her thin body to plow the fields with dung and trade her life for food, and she managed to pull the five children into adulthood from famine and turmoil.
Her life was like the grass that grew on the slopes of the Bay - it was repeatedly beaten by the winds of troubled times and the rain of the times, burned by fire, trampled by cattle, and pressed by snow, but it always kept its roots firmly rooted in the soil. There were no earth-shattering shouts, and no one cared about her life or death. All the chaos and chaos fell into her daily routine of eating, working, and raising her family. She used the simplest tenacity of a low-class woman to withstand the tide of the times for half a century and prop up a home that was on the verge of being broken.
This is the story of a woman gritting her teeth and surviving. The beginning of the story is a cry that no one heard; the end of the story is that she finally waited for the spring breeze.
