"In order to save Li Lang from his home, who would have guessed that the top player in the imperial list was wearing a red robe and a hat with flowers in the palace. Wow, it's so fresh..."

In the remote courtyard, babbling and babbling songs came out intermittently. This aria seems to have infinite sorrow and infinite repentance.

Zaozhuang, a village abandoned by the times. Sunflowers are everywhere from here to here. Red and yellow flowers are everywhere in the village, surrounding rows of houses made of earth blocks.

Aunt Mei is a famous beauty in this village. Even if she is over half a century old, she still has charm. Her life is like the sunflowers in Zaozhuang, strong but regretful.

When she was young, Aunt Mei's family was not rich. In addition to her half buried grandmother, there was also a father who was paralyzed in bed, a crying younger brother, and a half crazy mother.

I thought that my life would pass away in the process of work, and finally turned into a pile of loess and sprinkled every piece of land in Zaozhuang with Xiangyanghua.

Until Aunt Mei met him. A performer who sings operas.

When I was young, my love was always hot and desperate. Aunt Mei ignored her family's objections and said that she would always stay with the actor.

The pleading of her family could not stop Aunt Mei's yearning for love. After all, she chose to follow the actors in the Jianghu.

On the day of leaving, the sunflowers in Zaozhuang looked particularly bright. Aunt Mei has never seen such beautiful sunflowers in her life. With expectations for the future and boredom with the past, she left.

One year, two years, five years, or ten years. People who have been in Zaozhuang for a long time do not remember when the woman named Plum left or returned.

All I know is that when the sun flower blooms all over the jujube village, the villagers living here saw the woman with twisted braids and flowered cloth clothes walking towards the tomb on the mountain with a bamboo basket.

Since then, the woman who looks like a flower has again become the object of discussion in Zaozhuang.

Men, women, old and young in the village all like to come to find Aunt Mei. Later, after learning everything they wanted to know from Aunt Mei, the people in Zaozhuang never came to Aunt Mei again.

Is the world inconstancy? Maybe not.

The poverty of life has long been engraved in the bones of everyone in Zaozhuang. If we must find something in the boring years, then the family's short life may be the greatest consolation in the dull days.

Looking back half of her life, Aunt Mei would also weep. The pursuit and yearning for love and the sadness after returning to calm have been polished by time, and the rest is only a little bit to make up for the mistakes you have made.

After all, the actors are said to be ruthless. But is it not impressive to follow them for half a lifetime?

Just, just, what about the truth, and what about the fake, isn't it past for half a lifetime?

The babbling singing accompanies Xiangyanghua spreading throughout every corner of Zaozhuang. If you stop and listen, you can still hear "I made red satin embroidered shoes myself, and there are several flowers and plants tied on them..."