In the autumn of 1952, the locust flowers fell extremely early... And Zehui's life was shattered.
Sixteen-year-old Li Zehui stood at the front of the parade, like a beam of clean light, falling in the eyes of many people
She wanted to read, she wanted to sing, she wanted to get out of that narrow alley on her own
But the wind of the times, the calculations of others, and the involuntary fate are all pushing her forward.
Only the old locust tree on the hillside blooms every year, quietly waiting for someone to return home, a love that refuses to bow...
When will the locust flowers bloom and when will people's hearts be at peace?
Intention: Times may be chaotic, but people's hearts will not be chaotic; no matter how deep the suffering is, love will return.