The Bridge Keeper Who Survives the Calamity

One person, one lamp, one fan, one bridge. The bridge is not a bridge, the lamp is not a lamp, and the fan is not a fan. This is the fate of three generations of women in her family. My grandmother has been here for sixty years, and my mother has been here for thirty years. She has been here for just the seventh year. Grandma said that the Lin family's daughter was born to guard this light and this bridge.