Weeping Grass

Introduction to "Weeping Grass": In the early years of the Republic of China, the houses in the south of the Yangtze River were always filled with an inexorable dampness and coldness in the winter months. The orphan Ah Heng lives in the Lin family of her distant relative, like a forgotten weed in a corner - no matter how hot the copper stove in the flower hall is, it can't warm her thin clothes; no matter how familiar the "Bird Book" on the bookshelf is, it can't stop Master Mingxuan's fist and Mrs. Lin's cold glance. She had heard enough of the admonishment of "if you eat from my house, you have to be under my control", and was tired of seeing Jingshu and Wanru acting coquettishly around their mother. Those reading hours hidden behind the crimson curtains, and the images of the lonely rock and the cold moon in those paintings were the strength she secretly accumulated. When a copy of "Bird Book" smashed her forehead, when the curse of "Begging Girl" pierced her eardrums, she finally stopped curling up - she dared to call the arrogant Mingxuan "Jie Zhou", and she dared to stare at the locked door when she was pushed into the west wing. This is not a story about meekness. It is about a weed that, in the shadow of the house, with a little obsession with "living like a human being", plunges its roots into the hard mud, waiting for one day to face the light and say: Love and dignity are never given to anyone.