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She is the little daughter whom her father loved, but lost her support in childhood; she is grandma's little cotton-padded jacket, supporting the family with her young shoulders; she is Qinghe's virtuous wife, supporting her husband to pursue his dream of studying with love and tenacity; she is an ordinary woman under the tide of the times, in the food shortage of the big cafeteria and in the new life of affordable housing, she always keeps the warmth and kindness in her heart. From the mottled osmanthus shadow in childhood to the self-reliance of young people with daily necessities; from being haunted by village rumors in youth to the new journey in the city in middle age, osmanthus, like her name, blooms tenaciously in the wind and rain of the years, turning suffering into fragrance. Her story is the epitome of the tenacity and vitality of Chinese women and a life legend written by ordinary people with love. The fragrance of osmanthus floats season after season, and the story of osmanthus will always flow quietly in the wind of Qingzhu Village and in the hearts of readers...

When the moonlight shines on the pillow like silver foil, the five sets of dolls painted in red and gold quietly wake up in the night. They are five sisters who came from the depths of history - the eldest sister from the Tang Dynasty is as gentle as nectar, the second sister from the Song Dynasty is as elegant as a stream, the third sister from the Yuan Dynasty is as bold as a copper bell, the fourth sister from the Ming Dynasty is witty and humorous, and the fifth sister from the Qing Dynasty is lively and innocent. Every moonlit night, they tell the little girl Xiaoyue stories that have traveled through thousands of years. In those quiet nights, the rhythm of Tang poetry is like the spring breeze blowing on the face, the gracefulness of Song poetry is like drizzle moistening things, the boldness of Yuan opera is like the wind on the grassland, the excitement of Ming Dynasty novels is like the pleasure and hatred of rivers and lakes, and the delicacy of Qing Dynasty novels is like the morning light leaking through the window lattice. In these stories, Xiaoyue felt the unique charm of the Five Dynasties literature, and felt warm ripples in her heart, as if traveling through time and space, enjoying the mountains and rivers with those great poets, lyricists, composers, and novelists. This is not only a story about literature, but also a warm journey about companionship and growth. The five sisters used their stories to light up the literary lamp in Xiaoyue's heart, allowing her to learn to create, understand emotions, and understand inheritance under the nourishment of classical literature. Many years later, when Xiaoyue became a literature teacher, those conversations at night still illuminated her heart like a beacon and became the most precious treasure in her life. Witnessed by the moonlight, the five sisters used their stories to sow the seeds of Chinese civilization in Xiaoyue's heart, letting those beautiful poems and touching stories become her lifelong companion.