To all those who have struggled with their destiny.
In the autumn when Zhou Xueqing was ten years old, she was dragged away from her biological parents by her grandmother. For the next ten years, she got up at four in the morning to grind and set up a stall in the town to feed her family. The cracks on her hands healed and healed.
When I was twenty years old, someone came to propose marriage. She lowered her head to serve tea and saw only a pair of new cloth shoes. The man asked: "Are you willing?" She said: "I can't read." He said: "I will teach you."
She is married. In the past ten years, her husband taught her to write her name and gave her foot-washing water to let her know that she too could be loved. She planted a date tree, gave birth to three children, and collected dozens of pairs of shoe soles. She thought life would continue like this.
In the autumn when she was thirty-one, she said "I'm a little tired" and never woke up.
After she left, her husband did not remarry. One person guarded the jujube tree and raised the children. The eldest daughter became a lawyer, the second daughter became a doctor, and the younger son entered a bank.
Every autumn, the dates are ripe. Children come back from various places and sit under the jujube tree to spend time with their father and the tree.
Jujube trees bear fruit every year. Like she's still here.
