I found a short article I once wrote
It's probably the story of my mother's difficult education and commemorating some people who have traveled far away
"He is a super stubborn, arrogant and unreasonable person. He is the one who sacrificed his life's happiness to raise me and fill the vacancies left by all kinds of misfortunes in my life."
"He is my second uncle."
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There is no wind or rain, no sunshine, people living in isolation, thinking, what kind of life should the real Ju be like?
"Then what?"
"It's gone. My second uncle went to a farther place. I stayed here to be your mother. I'm very happy."
Concept: Chrysanthemums outside the house prefer cold places, as they have no roots or shoots.
