In the 30th year, Lao Chen's family gave birth to a baby girl named Yun.
That era is far away from us, but very close to us.
When I was twenty, I left my hometown with my husband and went to the Northwest, where I suffered for half my life.
When she was sixty years old, her husband passed away. After the separation, she lived with her youngest son and daughter-in-law for twenty years.
When he was eighty years old, his eldest son died. When the white-haired person gave the black-haired person away, the whole family kept it secret from her. And she already knew it. She didn't cry, she was more relieved than her children.
At the age of eighty-two, she finally returned home, on that quiet night.
There were no great joys or sorrows in her life, and her greatest contribution was the addition of four children to the Chen family.
She is ordinary, but her life is indeed the epitome of countless women of that era.
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This article is adapted from reality. It is a long time ago. This article has no romantic or literary direction. It is just an ordinary life, pieced together from different stories.
Purpose: To tell the ordinary life of an old man in his 30s.