Women are always weak and strong. A forty-year-old woman, although as small as moss, still blooms. Middle age is like autumn. After the hard work of spring plowing and the scorching summer heat, the severe cold of winter has not yet arrived. Although the flowers have fallen, there are many fruits in the pockets, such as apples, pears, dates, walnuts... Any one you pick will taste sweet, enough to fill your belly, and there is still plenty. It is the heyday of life. No longer willing to be asked about their age, men pay less and less attention to their bodies. They prefer the relaxation and comfort of being with friends of the same sex to warm each other and understand each other. Their feelings are more complicated, the love that goes back and forth between three brothers, the lover they don't get, the pain of losing a child... If you choose forgiveness and redemption, life will continue as before...