In ancient China, how many women spent their entire lives like droplets in the sea of dust. They were daughters, wives, mothers, and mother-in-law. They switched between different roles. These roles were the entire value of their existence, but the only unchanging "self" was diluted by these roles, fading into a silhouette, reflected in the window screen behind the dim candlelight.
They do not seek attention from others. They are born to walk in a dull destiny. However, they always accept everything and never complain in vain. Their lives are not the clouds in the sky, not the glow after the rain, but the air mixed with dust in the old house, silently nurturing a spider plant at the foot of the house.
So there was such a girl, her name was Qing Xi, and her story was no different. She was the most ordinary girl in the old days, and she might be luckier than some girls, because fate meant that she didn't have to endure hunger and cold, and she didn't have to worry about troubled times. She was just a girl that people wouldn't think of most of the time. Her story is not too long, but it is told slowly, but it also contains a lot of experiences. Even if a person's life has nothing to remember, so much time will not be in vain.
Concept: Ordinary women in the dust of history