March 1971. After a light rain last night, the village path remained muddy, bearing a string of footprints mixed with the scent of fresh grass. A century-old osmanthus tree sprouted new branches. Its green leaves, trembling and adorned with lingering raindrops, were blown by the breeze. The crystal-clear dew, carrying the tender osmant...
March 1971. After a light rain last night, the village path remained muddy, bearing a string of footprints mixed with the scent of fresh grass. A century-old osmanthus tree sprouted new branches. Its green leaves, trembling and adorned with lingering raindrops, were blown by the breeze. The crystal-clear dew, carrying the tender osmanthus leaves, fell into the clear well water. A young girl half-squatted on the stone slab, lowering a wooden bucket into the cool well water. She swayed it back and forth to clear away the duckweed. The sound of splashing water was accompanied by the tender leaves drifting away with the flow of water from the well. Jiang Shuangling carried the water bucket on a shoulder pole. Her slender fingers pressed against the rope hook, and two thick, waist-length braids
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