At the age of thirty, I lived in Guangzhou for eight years. My ideals died, my lover separated, and my brothers turned against each other. I ended up living the life I hated most. I stayed in Guangzhou for eight years, climbed to the position of planning director, had my first love wife, college brothers, and everything that others envied. But when people see through it and all human feelings are gone, they realize that this city never lacks scenery and only buries seriousness and ideals. At the age of thirty, I was not knocked down by life, but died quietly in the fireworks of Yangcheng.
