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Script for the micro-film "Silent Bureau". Rejifu saw his father standing alone on the roadside through the car window, tears filling his eyes. The vehicle started moving slowly and his father's figure gradually faded away. Rejifu finally couldn't help but shed tears.

Script for the micro-film "Relocation Diary". Recalling the embarrassment of life back then, Mayinur opened the diary again, sat down at his desk and started writing.

Script for the micro-movie "An Ruo Xiangyang". Zhang Guilan was over seventy years old. She sat quietly by the bed, breathed a long sigh of relief and looked out the window. A ray of morning sun shone on her face.

"What did you think of when the sword pierced your chest?" "The plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze in Luocheng, the whispers of lovers on the hillside lawn, and the heartbeat of the opponent coming from the sword's edge." He thought for a while and felt that the answer was incomplete, then he smiled and added: "There is also wine from a tavern." "Didn't you ever think that you would die?" He just shook his head and said nothing. Wearing a scarlet robe, he stood in the wind and snow, stopped and watched for a long time, and suddenly said in a strange tone: "Death is too insignificant compared to what I said." The emperor in front of him was torn to pieces, fire burned through every house, the pagoda collapsed in the clouds, and two tears fell from his eyes, turning into hope and planting in the earth.

How does a rural girl who goes to college from a remote place and enters a big city face all kinds of society and live a good life?