The days are boring and arduous, and the only thing that keeps them going is: waiting for the men who work outside to save money and return home, looking forward to the sows breeding piglets, the harvest of crops in the fields, and hoping that life will gradually become more comfortable.
Sheep herding in spring, weaving in autumn, guarding the courtyard of the mountain village year after year, the grass on the slopes withered and became green again, and the children slowly grew up, leaving them alone to guard the empty home, quietly waiting for people to return from far away in the exhaustion of fireworks and long loneliness.
