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3月的临洮,春意融融,和煦的阳光暖暖地照在一户堆满了玉米棒、氤氲着丰收气息的农家小院。一位40岁左右、身材娇小瘦弱的妇女,正在不停地忙碌着。她一会儿边搓着玉米棒,边哄孩子一样安慰着患有精神分裂症的丈夫,一会儿又去照顾瘫痪在床的八旬公公和年老体弱的婆婆。她那略显黝黑、刻满岁月印记的脸上始终带着浅浅的微笑,积极而乐观,仿佛别人眼里生活的苦难于她却是再寻常不过的事,无需自怨自艾,无需叹息颓废……她就是新
March Linqu, spring melt, warm sunshine warmly shone on a cornfield filled with cobbler, harvesting breath of farmhouse. A 40-year-old, petite thin woman, is constantly busy. She rubbed his corn on the wad for a while, coaxing her child to comfort her husband with schizophrenia and then taking care of the 80-year-old father and frail mother-in-law who had paralyzed her bed. Her slightly cloudy, engraved years old face always with a shallow smile, positive and optimistic, as if the suffering of others in the eyes of her life is an exception, but not self-pity without sigh decadence ...... She is new