Raya Nasiri

Sun shines on pinion trees. Pinions are dancing in movement. The woman remembers that she got married by these pinions to his husband. In those days pinions were sapling. The woman talked with her man, ran childish, she fell in love with him. Her man planted these trees. One of the trees is going to dry.

Widower Kamali struggles to cope with the death of his wife.

A little girl convinces her mother to buy her a pair of red boots, but one of them gets lost.