In January 2003, when I was hospitalized in the cardiology ward of the county hospital, I heard from people in the same ward that three people had died there recently. Many people from a coastal village went to the beach to pick razor clams together at night. It fogged up on the way, and three young men returned halfway out of fear of danger. However, all the people who went there returned with a full load, but the three young men lost their way and died in the sea of fog. This incident touched me greatly. During the five years when I was laid off without pay from 1992 to 1997, I went to the beach to fish every day and rushed to the small market in the county town to sell it before dark. I dug out white clams on the beach, and returned to the coast with my friends carrying fishing nets and fish bags when the tide was shoulder level. I have the experience of going to the beach at night. So I sympathize very much with the three young men who were killed. I have long wanted to write a novel and have been reading Chinese and foreign literary classics for four years, so I came up with the idea of writing a novel.
The co-performers of this concerto are Zhu Zhu and Juan'er. They don't understand music. Their instrument is invisible, called love. The music genre they play together is called "Love Concerto".
