Wild Wheat Grows Like Crazy

When I was fourteen years old, I met my white moonlight. He taught me to write on the loess slope. There was also a promise that was too late to be uttered. I thought he was dead. Later, I sold myself for fifty yuan as a bride price and married a man with only one leg. The fists, the tears, the night of miscarriage... I thought this was my entire life. Until the dying husband was picked out from the rubble of the fire. Picking up broken words in the dust of the library.