I was in Shimin Village, Banzhu Township, Fenghua. At about noon, I looked across the stream, noticing an old lady with a hoe on her shoulder. She was carrying a heavy bag of spring bamboo shoots, which was her fruits of labor for the whole morning, going downhill to her own house. Due to the continuous rainy days, the stream was fast-moving, and rocks were slippery. She carefully tried to test the depth of the stream but retreated for several times, finally staggering across the stream. I waited on the bank. When she was coming, I bought her spring bamboo shoots at a high price. She was pretty surprise. She then went home at a brisk pace, singing.
— Translated from dad’s WeChat public account 背影