Through mourning for the widow's son, the work praises the love between mother and son and makes a bloody accusation against the warlord war. Sorrow, sadness and moving through emotions. The writing style is deep and powerful, the imagination is rich and strange, and it is full of romanticism. This article was written in a war when soldiers hacked to death a child who still needed a hug. The mother was so anxious that she held everything the child had played in her arms in a trance. After waking up, she climbed the overgrown back hill alone in the dark to find her son. She spent the night in the cave, and the next day she mistook the tiger on the rock for a child wearing a tiger-patterned dress. She climbed that way and unfortunately slipped to the bottom. She saw a small skull and thought it was her dead son. She remembered the myth and wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to pick two stars, find the body and save the child. She was so determined that she forgot hunger and everything. Through mourning for the widow's son, the work praises the love between mother and son and makes a bloody accusation against the warlord war. Sorrow, sadness and moving through emotions. The writing style is deep and powerful, the imagination is rich and strange, and it is full of romanticism.