2. Synopsis: 1966 Mid-Autumn Festival, our army decided to make a general attack at night. Perhaps because I am a lesbian, the head of the delegation asked a young reporter to take me to the frontier dressing room.
He died, but his new wife concentrated on sewing his clothes. Finally, the new wife covered him with a dowry quilt as a sign of respect. A Sayuri was born from a rock in thousands of feet. At first, it looked like a weed, but it always believed that it was not a weed, but a lily.