The Young Widow Visits the Grave (Female Title)

The first day of the first lunar month. A red light was hung at the door of every house, and there was nothing in the little widow's house. The bedding was so thin that it looked like bricks, the room was as cold as an ice cellar, and the bare yard made everyone feel pitiful. He was sitting alone in the yard washing clothes. His hands were rubbed red and cold, just like his heart. The more he washed, the sadder he became. As soon as he got married, the wife's wife died. They said that he had neglected his wife and mother, and the great injustice weighed on his head and he could not breathe. Intention: Independence