Lin Xiao looked at her mother, at this woman who had never walked out of a small ravine in her life, and saw that even though she was sick, she was still worried about everyone in the family - worried about her unmarried daughter, worried about her son who was not doing business, worried about her ignorant grandson, and the man who had been with her all her life, but had not given her much warmth. The mountain breeze outside the window blew in, carrying the fragrance of hazelnuts. Lin Xiao suddenly remembered that when she was a child, her mother took her up the mountain to pick hazelnuts. The sun shone on her mother's face, so warm and bright.
Intent: The depth and weight of selfless maternal love, children's belated examination and empathy of maternal love