The year Chongyu was born, the country suffered the worst drought in decades.
As a landowner, Chongyu's father was helpless when facing the dry and cracked land.
If there is no rain for several months, there will be no harvest, and even the landlords will have no food left.
But on the day Chongyu was born,
I saw a flash of lightning across the sky,
It also broke through the gloom that gathered over people's heads.
Outside the delivery room, my father looked at the gathering dark clouds and his eyes filled with excitement.
At this time, the faint cry from the baby and the midwife's joyful announcement brought his mind back.
"Master, my wife has given birth. Congratulations to me on having a little girl!"
He looked at the baby's wrinkled face and smiled from ear to ear.
He said, "This generation is named after the character chong, so dad's little girl is called Chong Yu, Zheng Zheng Yu."