In 1962, Grandpa Shen Qing, who had just turned 27, responded to the country's call and jumped to the Northeast. He never thought that his decision would affect three generations. Just like Shen Qing, she never thought that the Shanghai she longed for and the hometown that her grandfather longed for would bury the heaviest and hopeless love in her life, just waiting to be swallowed up as soon as she set foot on this land. . . . . .
And Shen Pei never thought that this little girl who was a generation younger would suddenly grow up so well. She was like a cross, pressing on his moral line, unable to turn over or move for the rest of his life.
Holly is her love. Once it takes root, it becomes evergreen and will not wither until death. The holly tree also has a flower language and is life.