In 1968, in Cizhu Town, Sichuan Province, a big red flower led to a marriage.
Lin Haitang, the daughter of the party secretary of Xiaxinquan Village, married Chen Weidong, a soldier's brother from Sanjiang Village who was so poor that he only had two thatched houses. She delivered the baby by herself, raised the baby by herself, and had two babies in three years. She built a family in the mountains.
Later, her husband changed his job to the oil fields in Henan Province. She carried her son on her back and held her daughter in hand, packed into a green train and rushed thousands of miles away. From a thatched house to a brick house, from the countryside to the city, I raised three children on firewood, rice, oil and salt, and worried about their children's marriage, childbirth, and conflicts all their lives.
After fifty years of ups and downs, she was still the same as she was in the early morning when she delivered the baby by herself - gritting her teeth and waiting for dawn.
This is a woman's life, and it is also an ordinary family's memory of the times.
