When seeing Hatiz asked his mother: Can you imagine the arrival of spring? Mother: Is there spring? Too many winters have passed. The poetic and hidden debate of life and death here is unexpected.
She asked her mother, have you rejected all the people who came to propose marriage? In despair, she couldn't help but yearn for another life, a family she never had the chance to form, and a relative who could stand by her side and support her. Everyone left, but she held up the radio with poor signal and listened to an English pop song with tears in her eyes. The picture is half-light and half-dark, she has a face from an ancient tribe, and her ears are the songs of modern society.
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